The office is closed today for the worst day of the year. My birthday. No one send any cards or well wishes because I'm going to hide in bed all day to try to avert the apocalypse. I know that no one will listen to me and I'll probably receive emails anyway. Thank you for reminding me that I should have a good day today. But after mono on your 20th birthday, you give up trying to have a happy birthday. Yay. Rah. Going back to bed now.