I don’t know why some people don’t like birthdays. Their own, that is. I’ve had a ball yesterday with my family, friends and fantastic girlfriend, who even took it upon her to sit inside a train for eight hours, just so she could spend two and a half days with me.
Well, I was once again rewarded for being the coolest guy in the universe by getting present after present. I spent the day doing nothing, as I did today, apart from eating and experiencing a serious case of leisure. Thank you all for reacting to my rather pathetic attempt to raise the number of well-wishers to more than five. As a reward, you may admire what results from me having too much time on my hands: a picture of my new coffee-cup.
