It appears my birthday has come early this year. Like Easter.

Original post: February 21, 2006

For those of you who happen to read my MySpace profile and comments (which is probably very few of you), yes, it says "Happy Birthday." For those of you who don't know, it is not my birthday. It is nowhere near my birthday. Here's the scene:

I was sitting at work, minding my own business, when Kate came in, rushed over to my station, and leaned almost entirely over the counter.
"Happy Birthday!!"
I stared blankly. "Kate, it's not my birthday."
"It's not?"
"No, it's February 21st."
"When is your birthday?"
"June."
"Oh no.... Why would I have your birthday down for today?"
"Beats me."
"OH! It's my cousin Ian's birthday!"
"Wow. I'm glad I come before your family, Kate."
"Yeah. I was gonna bring you a balloon, too. I almost turned around to get it, but I decided against it."
"You should have. That would've been awesome. You ruined my day."
"I'll go get one now."
"No, no. It's too late now. You should do it when I least expect it. Give me a month to forget about it."
"Okay."

Well, as long as I don't read this everyday, I should forget about it, right?