Happy Birthday to Me

It's been 8 years since anyone celebrated my birthday at work, so I was really surprised this year. I had a string of birthday flags bordering the top of my cubicle. The pillar to the right, the end of my filing cabinet, and my shelving unit were covered in wrapping paper that someone with a very good memory taped pictures of Callum Keith Rennie I'd never seen before to (CKR was my desktop wallpaper for years, first in a Due South publicity shot, then in a Twitch City publicity shot; the new pics came from a new movie, The Invisible, and he looked great). I also got a card and treats. Everybody knew that I didn't want any singing, so instead I was serenaded by the Suicide Kazoo Squad, who took their lives in their hands to regale me with "Happy Birthday" played on their kazoos. It was the most fun I'd had on my birthday in years.

Daily 15 Minutes

I've been bad again. I didn't clean at all on Friday, so I cleaned for half an hour on Saturday to make up for it. I washed the dishes, then unpacked and washed a new supply of food storage containers.

I have no idea where my old ones went. I used to have 8 of them, but they're all gone. I know I threw away one because something in it got superheated and melted the plastic a little, and I know I threw away another one because the food in it reacted to the plastic somehow and I could never get it clean again after that. I have no idea what happened to the other 6.

I didn't clean again yesterday, but I won't be making it up today. I'm giving myself my birthday off from cleaning. I'll have to do something tomorrow. Like maybe the grout in the shower. I have this indestructible safety orange mold in the grout in one part of my shower. It's like a horror movie--no matter how many times I kill it, it keeps coming back.