Had the week off! Yeah, baby.
It was my birthday Monday, and the entire province of Ontario got the day off. You’re welcome, guys. I celebrated with some of the best friends ever, at a joint-birthday extravaganza that left some of us very drunk and some of us putting mustaches on fish. Or maybe that was just me. It was a long night.
I let the friendly vampires at Canadian Blood Services suck my blood:
I read the first piece of poetry, ever, that I found truly beautiful:
“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I knit bears and a hat and slept until 1 every day.
I learned a convenient (and trustworthy, I’m sure) method of dealing with regrettable tattoos:
And today I went for birthday dinner at the in-laws’: roast beef. I said it was my Beefday, my husband said I’m not as funny as I think.
How was your week?