for my birthday, a mouse (remy) showed up and got stuck in the glue trap under the oven. i folded the glue trap over him, tapped him with my foot (in hopes of stunning him enough that he would not remember the experience at all), then put him in a dumpster.

fuck off, ol' pal.

what to celebrate?

i'm a year older, now.

the new macbook pro, a silver 14" model with a notch, came in the mail.

we (my coworkers and i) spent a few hours at the office playing games after work.

o.f. joined me in the evening to get pizza in the rain. i don't remember what we talked about or did, if anything, but i was happy to be with her. she loves me and i am forever in debt to her for that. i love her, too.

though i never quite remember our nights together.

truly, this was a good birthday.

far better than laying on a bench in a suburb contemplating how i would kill myself just a short few years ago.