Today's going pretty well. I got some cheap sunglasses at lunch, because my old sunglasses were scratched and possibly lost last night, my boss is letting me take off early, and there'll be comic books and sushi and The O.C. tonight.
My brain's been superscattered. I need to post actually interesting updates, talk about the things I've seen recently and the things I've done. But -- there's work to do. Life to live. The usual.
In short -- happy unbirthday to you all, except Jay Leno, Ann-Margaret and Saddam Hussein. And, uh, me.