Prime Time.

Today is my birthday, and, as I've already noted to a friend, I feel twice as good as I was at 22.

1991. Fraternizing with goats.

2013. Upgraded to camels.

I have a whirlwind of thoughts connected to this, but all day I have been unable to form them into ones I want to share. I have also had the majority of my biddings this weekend handled by my "Birthday Slave." One can quickly gets used to such luxuries, and find any semblance of work to be the burden of mere peasants.

So, tomorrow, when I am replanted in reality, I will elaborate.