HRm. I can't respond right now to the torture thing. My thoughts are too... too... I have too many of them on the subject. (No, it's true. I tried to write an essay on it but then I got pregnant, and now all those thoughts are there just waiting to be written down.)

Anyway, I had a great birthday. One of my students brought me flowers. And then after school, we went to a little French cafe I like and Franny was all perky but basically well behaved and Isaac was sweet as usual and I had steak au poivre and Franny ate most of my frites.

Now I am tired.

Yay! for great Birthdays.

It was of the yay, Perkins. Although I feel the need for cake, so I may need to find a way to make that happen. Too bad you live so far away these days.

I know! But you will come visit, and I bet we can find cake here, if we look hard enough.

Yes, there's got to be cake somewhere around there.

There is very good cake here.

Happy Birthday, Burrell! Since it still is, for the next 40 minutes.

Consuela, I was just saying to Sparky that I hadn't seen you enough. We should fix that.

Thanks, Suela. I think I'm going to go to bed while it's still my birthday.

With all the storms currently bashing Florida, it makes me wonder if maybe it's kind of like the situation with the tsunaumi just missing Star Jones by one day. There's an omniscient deity up there....it's just that s/he isn't quite omnipotent to have perfect aim.

Yes, we should. Err, god knows when. Last weekend was insane with the busy. Isn't something geeky opening soon?

And here it is 31 minutes to midnight, so I'm off to bed.

Sleep well, Buffistas!