I’m posting quickly random bits about my day to address those concerned that I’ve been abducted by aliens. (You know who you are.)
For those of you who called, or emailed, or just thought about it.. yes, you got it right, today is my b’day. My 42nd b’day in fact. Which means, I’m the answer to Life, the universe and everything.
Though I think the pressure is getting to me, I barely slept last night. Not due to excitement really… just … well… I’m not sure what. But I watched a LOT of late night tv and it sucked. So when Ger relocated me to bed this morning at 8am, I stayed there. Until 12. (There are some serious advantages to working from home.)
Since then I’ve been hyper-busy – emailing, processing book orders, showering, and foraging for breakfast at 3pm on Yonge Street. (I got Tacos ($6.50) at a new takeout – Chimichanga Fresh Mexican Grill – on Yonge just south of Gould.)
But now it’s time to clean up all the Xmas wrapping paper so the plethora of b’day candles on my Chocolate Fudge Extreme b’day cake don’t burn the house down.
Oh, and for my birthday I gave myself super-powers:
On the bright side I am Wonder Woman (I think the push-up bra question gave me away)
|You are a beautiful princess
with great strength of character.
On the dark side, I am Dark Phoenix (humm… is that bad?)
|A prime example of emotional extremes: Passion and fury incarnate.