you say it's your birthday
Well, actually it's my birthday. But you just can't deny those Beatles.
And a nice birthday it was. Leah had to work, but that just let me loaf around all morning (and also work on my little home page a bit) so no complaints there. Plus, she had a good day at work so so much the better. She was done at 4:00, so I went in and we walked around a bit and went down to the beach, and then came back to the promenade and went to my (sometimes) favorite restaurant, McDonalds, for dinner (actually we went to the food court there, so Leah could get some real food while I ate my processed fat). Sadly, something--it may have been the McDonalds, but I'm not pointing any fingers--made my stomach a little upset, so I didn't get to eat any of the delicious cheese pie Leah made for me. I did have some for lunch, though, so that was all good. (I should note that my desire for cheese pie subconsciously represents my stuggle against veganism: it contains only one ingrediant that Leah can eat, and that one is refined sugar. Heehee.) Then Leah gave me my presents--clothes, but that's what I asked for so it's not her fault. I even got a present from Kimberly (she's not only a housemate, she's also Leah's boss!!) because she felt bad for taking Leah away from me on my birthday. She gave Leah something too. All in all it was a wonderful day, and I sure am lucky to be living with such a nice girl.
Oh yeah, lots of people sent me nice birthday wishes and e-cards too, which were all most appreciated! Thanks everyone!