I'd wish him happy birthday but he didn't bake me a cake. Or even invite me. We could have played pin the tail on the donkey and drunk Kool-Aid and went on a scavenger hunt and eaten ice cream and cake 'til we puked, but I wasn't even invited.

So in a fit of depression I spent a day and a half in the environs of DC.

Let that be a lesson to ya.

Oh, hell, Happy Birthday. Welcome to the club.