Birthday. Well, strictly speaking not anymore. If my calculations are correct, I am now approximately 10 958 days old. No wonder I'm tired.
An overtly nice housemate just cooked a whole meal for me for the occasion. By the time I finished it, it was already his birthday. And I ate at normal speed. Life is strange sometimes. Another overtly nice person brought me tea and ice cream. It really is, life I mean. The world is turning extraordinarily... tasty.