I didn’t think anyone here knew my birthday, but apparently they did. We were in the kitchen kicking back a few beers with some American friends of an American friend here, and some Germans came in and said “Isn’t it already midnight?” The German just so happened to be our RA, so I immediately started arguing, saying that it wasn’t too late, we weren’t too loud, and just let us party. And he said, “Oh, that’s not it at all.” And he handed me a birthday card.
The night was long since then. It’s 7:17am and I am finally in my room in peace. I’m going to sleep for a while.
The best part? A friend called and informed me that all my classes for tomorrow are cancelled.
Now I manufacture Zs.
Happy Birthday! Sorry I am not there to give you a hug IRL.
Also, you have the same birthday as Liston.
Happy birfday, dood.
It’s still your birthday HERE so I’ll again wish you a very happy birthday.
Thinking of you lots and lots.