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Today, we're throwing a party for my birthday, which is in 2 days. As you may recall, I share a birthday with former Vice-President of the United States, Richard B. "Dick" Cheney. It could be worse. In fact, it is. I also share a birthday with former President of the United States, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Ouch.
I invited certain enthusiastic Lutherans to the party, but alas, they suspected a trap, and declined. No, not really. Certain other comrades of the Revolution were also invited, but enamored of their schismatic plotting, they declined as well.
I was feeling bad last night, because I hadn't drunk enough water. Deciding that doing so would be a wise course, I imbibed and got into bed. Whenever my mother is talking about (or doing) something morally questionable, she raises her voice and refers to her Jesus-loving son, or something like that. Last night, she went with, "committed Catholic son," which pleased me greatly, though I am a dirt-bag.
For some reason, after I typed that paragraph, I thought of Christina Yang. Christina Yang is a fictional fifth-year surgical resident at a Seattle hospital (of course I know the name; just didn't feel like typing it) on the popular drama, 'Grey's Anatomy.' Yang has had two abortions. She is the best friend of the titular character, Meredith Grey. She is married to Dr. Owen Hunt, now the Chief of Surgery since the much cooler Chief, Dr. Richard Webber, took the blame for Meredith's unethical manipulation of an Alzheimer's drug trial. Owen was a punk at first and supported his murdering wife, but as of the last time we've seen them, Owen threatens divorce and shouts, "You murdered our baby! You don't just bounce back from that!" Good for you, Dr. Hunt. We kind of knew Hunt was a lifer because he raised holy Abel the whole episode when she decided on that course some months ago. Then, he caved. I love this show. I don't care what you say. Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. And don't quote me on this, but I think it's Oprah's birthday tomorrow. (Technically before mine)

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