My birthday this year was mellow, a few cards, a few calls, a few lunches. On my birthday my girlfriend and I had lunch with my mom.

My girlfriend’s sister got me a $20 gift certificate for Starbucks and one of my brothers and his wife got me In-N-Out Burger coupons. Word has spread that I like dining out.

Sometimes I mention that i don’t have a refrigerator and people look all weird at me, then I mention that i eat all my meals in restaurants and they look even weirder.

It doesn’t seem weird except when it is like it is now – midnight and I am hungry and there is not a crumb of food here and I don’t feel like going out and my girlfriend – no way, law of physics, something about the immovable object. When she is making art there is like a bubble of force around her – I cannot get near enough to look over her shoulder, i am repelled.

Of course, i am the same way with my writing. I used to blog more, but my writing has been to abstract for this medium of late.