mind

as in, i am losing it.

just so there isn't any confusion of my descent from age 30 on:

i was writing down the time of my birthday dinner. yes. small. intimate. i am turning thir(twent)y for crying out loud. no more drinking-until-i-pass-out-at-nine-come-when-you-want-buy-me-a-shot parties. a nice, quiet dinner. close friends. good eats. i want to wear a dress.

lovely new eatery. friday, 12.07.07.

i had invitations printed. i love them. i deserve nice, formal invitations that will be sent in the mail. all the information, printed in a cute, modern font. everything you need to know.

except. and this is a big except.

i forgot to include the time.

a crucial detail. major.

*@^%$.