Wish Clancy a happy birthday today. In fact, you might want to rent Logan’s Run and check to see whether that crystal in your palm is flashing red. If it’s not — well, she’s got a year. Just shoot with a smile.
Happy birthday, Clancy. You know you rock.
Note to self: Read Logan’s Run. Sooooo…I rock, huh? Excellent. I knew that, grin. Seriously, though, tonight has been a bummer, because this very night, the night of my 29th birthday, is also the night of my 10-year high school reunion, and I’m very sad to have to miss it. I’ve spoken to friends from high school tonight via cell phone, and it’s HARD to hear them tell you how much they miss you and wish you were there when you have neither the money nor time to be there. 🙁 Hopefully, I’ll be able to see most of my friends when I go back home for Thanksgiving.
Slightly off the subject, but, Mike, I’m curious to know, how old are you?
Until the first of November, I’ll be as old as Jesus ever got. After that, I’ll have to find some other sadly trivial way to reinforce my ego.
Maybe I can help the girls build me a shrine out of dead plant leaves and chewed-up pieces of paper.
Mike is around 30.