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sanpaku_backupToday is my 30th birthday. I am glad that I have automated computer accounts to send me birthday messages as it has been years since my friends have wished me a happy birthday. But I forget peoples' birthdays too. Still, to be 30, I don't know. That is when you have to start worrying about life insurance and regular medical checkups and retirement accounts and all that. Or at least you should. It is not comforting to be unemployed on your 30th birthday. You ain't no kid anymore.
I don't really know what to do. Mrs. Sanpaku wants to go mini-golfing, which I am not that interested in. The one thing I did today was go to Brandeis for a little while and did some research. I just wanted to feel like a historian again for a little while. I am good at it. That was the big thrill for the day.
Of course, who can even give a damn about a birthday these days. Neither Mrs. Sanpaku nor I really have been in much of a mood to celebrate even before everything happened.
I just have one thing, well, two things to say. First of all, remember the Soviets tried to invade Afghanistan not too long ago. Second, as they put it in the New York Times, if we want to bomb Afghanistan back to the stone age, they won't have too far to go. They say the people there are already digging shelters. Better dig quick. Though what good bombing the hell out of the place will do beats me.
No one is talking about these guys who lived in the US for a year and went bowling and picked up peoples' kids, then just picked up one day to fly to Boston and become genocidal murderers. I want to know more about that. Morbid curiosity.
I don't really know what to do. Mrs. Sanpaku wants to go mini-golfing, which I am not that interested in. The one thing I did today was go to Brandeis for a little while and did some research. I just wanted to feel like a historian again for a little while. I am good at it. That was the big thrill for the day.
Of course, who can even give a damn about a birthday these days. Neither Mrs. Sanpaku nor I really have been in much of a mood to celebrate even before everything happened.
I just have one thing, well, two things to say. First of all, remember the Soviets tried to invade Afghanistan not too long ago. Second, as they put it in the New York Times, if we want to bomb Afghanistan back to the stone age, they won't have too far to go. They say the people there are already digging shelters. Better dig quick. Though what good bombing the hell out of the place will do beats me.
No one is talking about these guys who lived in the US for a year and went bowling and picked up peoples' kids, then just picked up one day to fly to Boston and become genocidal murderers. I want to know more about that. Morbid curiosity.
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BELATED
Date: 2001-09-13 11:20 pm (UTC)i just hate that you're one year younger.
but it's okay. i just went into a fetal position and cried for an hour. but EVERYTHING'S BETTER NOW. hee hee
so HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
seriously.... in spite of this week, this month (with the job and all)... i hope the rest of the year is really awesome for you and mrs. sanpaku too. :)
i rhymed.
Re: BELATED
Date: 2001-09-14 08:07 am (UTC)Re: BELATED
Date: 2001-09-14 01:33 pm (UTC)just kidding.
you're so very welcome. :)