Argh.
At least Bush gave me fireworks for my birthday.
Ice skating would have been fun if (a) it weren’t finals so people could actually come along, (b) it had more teens there, and (c) they’d had ice skates in Steven’s size.
Afterwards, came home and napped for a good 2.5 hours, and then went to dinner at Cattlemen’s with Steven. They sang happy birthday and plopped a straw hat on my head.
Charming.
But at least Bush gave me fireworks.
…I wonder how many of my friends will travel there to enjoy them.
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