I'm no longer a cube. Now I am perfect, for perhaps the last time ever.
[translation: Thursday was my 28th birthday. The next perfect number after 28 is 496.]
The Moan and Dove is a fine place to celebrate. Fortunately for my palate but unfortunately for my wallet, it is across the street from the house (about which more later, once the cardboard has been defeated and pictures have been taken).
Also, a big hello to my grandmother, Janet, who is reading this, and who should get an account so that she can comment, and skew the median age away from the 18-year-olds.
Good things that happened on my birthday: I finished two projects at work. I received gifts from near and far, and many telephone calls.
Bad things that happened on my birthday: alphacygni got sick. :(