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Nothing says Happy Birthday to me like interrupting a drug buy at the mail box. Sheesh. Well, on the bright side of things, my father remembered my birthday and called me today. I need to call him back.

Work was blissfully short, thanks to my kind boss who let me have a few hours off. I felt sad when I took a call about a little girl born today. But it wasn't so bad, all in all. We've had security guards fired right and left lately at work. It seems very strange. They were even two that I really liked. Hmm.

I have things I need to get into the mail. I have a fabulous present from Daina, a book of Russian prison tattoos! It is so awesome. I feel the need to have a tattoo of say, a fanged demonic Stalin surrounded by skulls. Or maybe the winged penis. Mwuhahah.

Today I have consumed nothing but orange juice and tea in preparation for gorging myself on a giant delicious meal of seafood tonight. I can't wait. Mmm delicious oysters.

Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes.