So it’s my birthday, and I’m a whopping 24 now. I sort of wish I could have just stopped at 21 or 22, but I suppose these things happen. (Chris gets irritated whenever I say things like that as he turned 29 in November, but I continue to do it anyway.) We don’t have any big plans for tonight as our conflicting work schedules make it difficult to do much in the evening except game or watch the occasional movie, but this weekend we’re going to birthday it up real good. I’ll let you know if there’s drinking involved, because then you will probably be invited.

I have already received a bunch of awesome presents (including the Deluxe edition of TDS, the Extended edition of ROTK, and other abbreviations), but someone apparently saw fit to get me George Bush for my birthday. I don’t mean to sound rude, but can I return him? I would settle for an exchange.