I Appear To Be 30...

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I have nothing more to say. Saturday seemed to go well. I think and hope everyone had as much fun as I did (except that I know Alan's kidney stone kicked in, which I understand is the worst pain a man ever can know). I may not have accumulated any money over the last 30 years, but I have a fine crop of friends, which is rather more important. Though both would be even better.

Overslept this morning: paying the debt to the weekend I guess. Still, if you can't be late on your birthday, when can you?