|Why thank you!|
"Oh, sorry," I said, "I thought you were calling to wish me happy birthday." "Happy birthday. Would you like to give blood?" "Do I have to?" "Not if you're too selfish to think of anyone but yourself." "Did I mention it's my birthday?" "As a matter of fact, you did. How many pints shall I put you down for?" "Eight." "Very good. Have a nice day." Today is no longer my birthday. Today is an important holiday in honor of the great MLK. Milking my birthday, the day after I arrived on the planet and made it a better place, would be wrong, wrong, wrong. So I'm going to do my best not to drag the festivities out any longer than necessary. I should be done sometime in February.