Ol' rocking chair's still got me, dammit.

Just looking at my post from one year ago today, and realizing that I am in the midst of a disturbing trend. Yes, it is again my birthday. And yes, again I am dealing with the Bulgarian Death-of-the-Thousand-Little-Pointy-Things Influenza. Not even gift-wrapped.

So, happy birthday to me. I'm forcing myself to go out for a bit so I don't go batswing crazy, but the official dinner will likely have to wait until I can taste food again.

*cough* *hack*