Tomorrow is my birthday. The only ones who remember it these days are the people at work. (Sad but true, when you reach my age nobody feels the need to acknowledge it anymore I suppose.)
But today, the office furnished donuts for my birthday (mmmmmmmm donutssss), my boss gave me presents (DVDs of Monty Python & The Flying Circus, a $50 gift card, and the most awesomest pirate birthday card, hehe), and then they all took me to lunch at an Indian/Tibetan restaurant. My mouth still burns.
Birthdays aren't so bad.