The rest of the week he is taking up space

[sovay]

I am not sleeping enough to write thoughtfully about any of the things I would like to, good or bad. I just backed a Kickstarter from the Paleontological Research Institution because I think a stuffed plush Dunkleosteus is one of the nicest birthday presents I could give myself. The stack of library books beside my bed now contains a copy of Elizabeth Goudge's Green Dolphin Street (1944) and a matching DVD of the 1947 film is waiting on my desk because I have decided to do this thing to myself. It's true they aren't good, but I'm not actually sure these examples of AI-written poetry are Vogon-level bad; I've seen worse from teenagers who just discovered e.e. cummings.

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[yhlee]

P.S. I should have noted this down, but, uh, when's your birthday? Because one might want to do something nice for you.

[sovay]

I should have noted this down, but, uh, when's your birthday?

My birthday is October 9th; I'll be thirty-five this year. It's one of the pieces of personal information I don't strictly list on the internet, but since I announce the occasion every year on LJ/DW, it's really not a secret. Thank you!