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Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 32. All I really asked for was for Jennifer Aniston to come clean my house.

I figured it was a lock what with her and Brad breaking up. Didn’t happen. The good news, however, is that I still had a nice day. I got sang to four different times. Some friends cooked me dinner and then took me out for a beer. I got some cash, a Napoleon Dynamite sticker, a ceramic monkey wearing a cowboy hat, and a kiss. I got about a half dozen phonecalls, three or four emails, and a card. Plus my nephews called and told me they loved me. This Saturday I’m throwing myself a party at Kitty O’Shea’s. You should come and buy me a drink. It’s really the least you could do, considering all the joy I’ve brought to your life.