It has come to my attention that a certain Rob, a.k.a. R.J., is turning TWENTY FIVE years old on Easter Sunday, March the twenty third, 2008. The man of consequence here would like to thank Paul, Debbie, and John for kicking off the joyous B-day today; thank you much. The earnest, yet jovial event will be further celebrated at his parents' house (breakfast oh yea!) and sister's apartment (dinner oh baby!) on Sunday.
On a side note: Lately life could not be busier, or more fun. Sai, my long days and pleasant nights are spent with my family and friends, the strumming guitar, the breaking of motor shafts (with my bare hands mind you), the influx of jazz and art, the nail biting basketball seasons (of which we will not speak of the Knicks, for they are not a part of it) and the hockey season (Let's Go Rangers!), half a dozen good books (including my first reread of the The Waste Lands and The Chamber of Secrets), the approaching baseball season (the METS look good -- beware of Pedro Martinez and his quest for another Cy Young Award), the rebellious Shakespeare, occasional rare nights' sleep, and last but certainly not least the wave of dizzying writing that has seized and possessed my oh so talented hands, like an itch that sings. Ka does run the Ways. Thankee sai.
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