March 27th, 2003

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Birthday

Oh ... uh ... I haven't been writing here about my upcoming birthday because I was trying to hint or scam gifts out of anyone. I just live a very circumscribed life right now, in which any event -- including my birthday -- is big news.

Normally, I hate my birthdays. I hate having people fawning over me. I hate being the center of attention. I get all self-conscious and embarrassed and want to hide behind furniture. Having a group of people sing happy birthday to me is like a nightmare come to life. I tend to blush uncontrollably and not meet anyone's eyes, as if they can't see me if I don't see them. And when people give me gifts, I don't know what to say or do, and then I worry that I should get them gifts, too, and I don't know what to get for them, and then I get all anxious and freaked out.

So this year I'll have a nice, quiet birthday going out to dinner with Shannon. And he'll give me my Malaysian orangutan with a big green bow around its neck (because I don't like red, and anyway it would clash with the fur). And we won't tell the waiter that it's my birthday, so that they won't all come singing and make everyone in the whole restaurant stare at me, and that way I won't flee from the restaurant in embarrassed tears.

And no one needs to get me a gift. Okay? Good. :)