So it is that early October is here. GMX, peterstiffly, todder, and myself (possibly more?) all celebrate birthdays this week. As for myself, verily I declare that I am NOT a good friend anymore. I am a thoughtless homunculus, riding the winds of terrible selfishness. Really though, I’m a dick for not calling GMX. I will rectify that… now. Hmm, he answered the phone and then hung up on me. Hope it was an accident.
So, er, on with the show? There aren’t many plans for Number 29. Surprise dinner somewhere, and Spacebee is making me lunch. That’s fine by me; sounds effing delightful.
Peterstiffly, I’m not sure what you’re doing this weekend for your birthday, but maybe we could hook up for the Badgers and/or Packers game. I’ve got no plans to speak of, so HOLLLARIT.