Wednesday, June 13, 2007

thirty-one.

I began my birthday by going to a funeral: God loves to write irony into my life. I didn't know the deceased that well.
In other news, I share a birthday with William Butler Yeats. I just thought you, the reader, should know this.
I decided last week that, since I also share a birthday with the Olsen twins, and since I was here first, I should charge them rent or royalties or something.
Happy Birthday to me. I think my b-day present to myself will be a nice, afternoon birthday nap.
If anyone knows the Olsen twins, tell them they owe me twenty-one years worth of Birthday Rent. I'll be happy to take either cash or a personal check.

--the management

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