Yes, yes, 19 AGAIN.

Weirdly, I found out I’m two years younger than I’ve been telling people I am, but figure since every woman my age is shaving at least five years off, nobody would believe me and I should just tell everyone I’m ninety.

The swag report so far: a Birthday Cthulhu (above) from az, a whole slaveringly flattering post complete with link from Raul, an all-you-can-drink invitation from Bob which occurs the same time as the Blogathon, which could be epic, a ticket to see the Lipizzaner stallions on Sunday from Metro and Mme Metro, a party at a winery from Township 7 (who doesn’t actually know it’s my birthday, but whatever, they invited me cuz I’m speshul), and free slurpees for the hangover tomorrow, thanks to 7-11.

Not too scruffy, my friends, not too scruffy. And there’s still time to buy me that spiffy Netbook if you feel like it…