Saturday was my birthday, and while I don’t go crazy on my birthday anymore, I did have a very enjoyable weekend. Saturday night I had Mexican food and beer, then on Sunday I went to see Ocean’s 13 (cool flick) and then had a big dinner of spaghetti and veal parm with garlic bread and wine. My stomach ached so much from overeating that for about an hour I thought a small yet tenacious alien was going to burst through.
As for my age, according to Douglas Adams I am the secret of the universe. I am Fox Mulder’s apartment number. Someone once made a movie about my summer.