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Well, well, well. It's my birfday. The big two-six. The two-sixer. So far, I worked all weekend at the bar, went to bed last night at 9pm and woke up this morning at 9 am. I've received an e-card from my good friend and greatest-actress-in-the-world Adrienne in England, which read "Happy Birthday Kiddo" in the title, as well as an SMS to my email account from my aunt, which read "Happy Birthday Kiddo." Odd. Am I really a "kiddo"? What exactly is a kiddo?

I'm going to make myself birfday pancakes. And maybe watch a birfday movie, and take a birfday shower (I have a headache from sleeping so much). Then do some birfday school work... eat a birfday lunch... watch a few episodes of birfday Star Trek... wash my birfday dishes...