Woke up yesterday morning at 4:30 & went to the bathroom. Then read for about 90 minutes & went back to sleep. Realized later that I was born at 4:30 on Sunday morning, 51 years previous. Went shopping & saw the bookstore clerk I have a mad crush on, then took myself to brunch. The pumpkin bread pudding was very worth it. Got some new bumperstickers (my fave: "God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains & I had to eat him.") at my friends store, then caught a film at NW Film Forum. Afterwards, I ran into a friend. She bought me 3 birthday drinks, then I went to sing 2 songs at my traditional karaoke bar. Ran into 2 other birthday celebrants, with entourages. Guess I could've tried harder to get a "party" together, but... I'm a rebel, a loner... and a middle-aged one at that. YEA!!! I didn't die again!!!



