Happy 30th, John! You know what this means, don't you? Right! Only ten days 'till MY birthday!

I really am the most self-absorbed person in the wide wide world, ain't? At least I know it.

Speaking of my birthday, which I am likely to pretty incessantly for the next ten days, I got a couple of requests for my address so that people would know where to send the giant truckloads of presents and things, and I was typing it out for one person who probably isn't a serial killer (fingers crossed!) and I suddenly realized that I had typed in my Brooklyn address (you know, the one that I haven't lived at for nine months), so I erased it and started to type in my Jersey address, and...

I had forgotten it.

I had to dig through my bag for a magazine!

Man, what did I do in a former life to deserve the fact that I have to work with numbers?

I have never been a math genius, and the dyslexia certainly doesn't help, but, for my sins, I was sitting with a calculator for half an hour yesterday trying to get the tapes to match.

And why was I doing it? Because I accidentally did it properly on the first try a couple of weeks ago, so when The Raccoon couldn't get it to add up yesterday, she passed it on to me.

I don't think it's possible to add up a jillion numbers without making even one mistake. A couple of thousand bucks difference one way or the other shouldn't matter!

It's Shark Week! It's Shark Week! I love Shark Week. Don't bother me, baby, I'm watching the Discovery Channel.

One year ago today:
It just proves the contempt that TV executives have for the audiences.

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