11/11/99 -- Infinite loops are the bane of my existence. I swear. I just sent myself 1600 automated e-mail messages from an active server
page I'm working on at work. Jeez.

It's official. One week to my birthday. This has got to be the least-anticipated birthday of my life. No Jen to spend
it with, no party to look forward to, I 've been driving for 6 years,
voting for 3, and I'm already legal. And I already know what I'm getting
from most everybody. Money for the trip to England. Which is really
great, don't get me wrong, but not something to be excited about opening.
No surprise. The only thing I really am looking forward to is opening
Jen's present. Other than that I think my birthday is going to be just
another day. I even have a test that day and one the day after for that
"you're extra-special" feeling. :-S On the other hand, I do get paid the
day after. On the other hand again, that check pays my rent and my car
payment, so I can't even use it for fun.