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It's my birthday. I think I've been updating LJ on my birthday since at least my 30th birthday. Jesus.

This week, I took a couple of days off to care for Oliver, as his day care center was closed for some reason. On the Ash Wednesday of the Western Devils, we went to an Italian joint for a vegetarian meal.



And yesterday was Chinese New Year, or the apex of the season anyway, so of course it was time for dumplings.



As we don't have a lot of relatives around here, going out is a good way to civilize Oliver and help him become a human being. He's doing pretty well so far; he's quite social but doesn't make too much noise.

Of course, as it is my birthday, you are invited to buy yourself a present: The Nickronomicon, Starve Better, and the self-published Kindle edition of Move Under Ground pay royalties most consistently hint hint.

Another present you can buy for yourself has nothing to do with me: Borderlands Books in San Francisco is selling sponsorships in a bid to stay open.

So, Grexit by Easter (Greek Easter that is), or what?