Brownies and Comfort Zones

I find tonight that for the first time in many years I'm looking forward to my birthday. This makes me feel odd, for it's out of my comfort zone. Last night I realized I was happy for the first time in a while. I mean more than content, or comfortable, or having fun, or whatever puts me in a good mood. But emotionally fulfilled, without the need to burn off something. At peace.

Some of that perpetuated itself into today, too.

My paper(s) are done and submitted. I've got phone calls to make tomorrow. Forgot today. Oops.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. But hopefully the strap-up I've got scheduled for the afternoon will go smoothly. Can't remember if the plan was for bands or what. Dr. Aoba won't even realize if I change it, though. The real question is whether to band the molars or not. I guess we'll see how much separation I can get while I'm direct bonding.

I'm looking forward to the show tomorrow. Plus I'm glad I'll have a bunch of friends there. Usually, getting people to come out is tough. I almost said "like pulling teeth," but that's both enjoyable and not that difficult. Almost zen-like, in some cases.

"Zen and the Art of Continuous Sutures"

I guess it's the whole birthday thing. Whatever, at least they're up for it, and for celebrating with me. Last year I forgot it was my birthday until Marissa asked how old I was.

Shit, I need to get in touch with her.

Went to John Stoner's place at the Hub and helped with industrial-scale brownie making. I think I was the youngest one there by a good 7-8 years, at least. But the food was good, people were friendly, and I cemented some acquaintances I've made on past rides. Plus John's got a chair in his house made of old bike wheels and inner tubes. And now I'm looking forward to this Friday's ride more and more.

I wanted to relate the Liv story I alluded to the other day, but that must wait, for the shower and bed are hankering for me yet again. Plus I want to groove to the Afterbeat CD I've been getting into my head.

Best line on the MOTO album: "The moon in the sky kicks the ass of the stars."