The Fort Mudge Memorial Dump

Today I turn 27, although not till dinnertime. I got cake and a card from work, which was nice, and I got a VERY silly email from Hillary. Yay!

Usually on my birthdays, I think about what happened to me over the last year and what it all means. This year I feel like I have a good foundation to stand on now, so I should go follow my dreams for a while and not feel guilty about it. The short version is, I should apply to grad school.

I really don't want to go back to figuring out how many people said what about which lectures. It would keep me busy, but I don't really want to be busy. I want to be enjoying myself.

The only way I've been able to sleep for the last couple of days is to be tired enough that it doesn't matter how hot it is. Unfortunately that means I stay up later than is good for me. I hope we get a really good thunderstorm soon.

My room is an absolute disaster area. I'd like to set up the sewing machine downstairs, but there's no provision for music downstairs and that means I'd have to move the table down there too, and it's too hot to move furniture. Even if it is about twenty degrees cooler in the stairwell.

Tomato Nation rocks. I read the piece about heat yesterday and had to answer the phone immediately afterward, and was trying so hard not to laugh that the person on the phone thought there was something wrong with me. I should have just let the phone ring and gotten the ten minutes of laughing out of the way. I laughed so much it made all my stomach muscles sore. That's supposed to be good for you, though.

Speaking of sore, I think I'm finally over being sore from going climbing on Sunday. Except for my right shoulder, which I think I hurt. When I came off the first wall, I felt like I had pulled something in it, but the pain went away and climbing for the rest of the day was fine. It's been not exactly sore, but lingeringly stiff, since. Now it only hurts when I stretch it.

It was so hot last night that I never had any dinner. I just finished breakfast, but I'm still hungry. I knew I had to have breakfast because I get grumpy when I don't eat. Maybe if I turn on the rice cooker the minute I get home, the rice will be cool enough to eat by the time I want to eat it. I wanted sushi or Vietnamese spring rolls or something like that for dinner last night. I had salad for lunch, and I suppose I could have gone out to get salad from Bread & Circus for dinner, but there's only so much salad you can eat in a day.

I have no plans whatsoever for tomorrow, other than going up on the roof and watching however many fireworks displays there are between Brighton and Belmont. I love the fact that I can see that far from the roof. Besides, I hate crowds unless I'm in a crowd I know, and I really don't like the new security rules for the Esplanade anyway. Talk about irony; we get to celebrate our freedom under rigidly controlled conditions.

That's enough of that. I'll get mad if I keep thinking about it.