(34 * 365.25) - 1

Sunday, 13 February 2000

I'll be thirty-four tomorrow. After the first thirty they all pretty much blend together.

Chris invited me over to her place for roast duck. Also veggies, potato pancakes, and ice cream. Yummy. And cartoons, it being Sunday night and all. Futurama keeps on being funny, The Simpsons gets stranger and stranger, Malcolm in the Middle keeps on sticking They Might Be Giants music into its episodes, and Mulder on The X-Files keeps on finding out the truth about his sister -- this is, what, the fifth time? She was kidnapped by aliens, cloned, turned into a beekeeper, murdered by a serial killer, raised by the Smoking Man, whisked away into the spirit world.

Ordinarily my family would be going out to dinner to celebrate my birthday -- it was planned for next Sunday. But what with my grandfather having been in the hospital just last week, we're putting it off till after I get back from Seattle, which gives me another day to get ready for the trip.