So, even though I DO have HEAPS of friends, jobs, and commitments in my city, I somehow find myself alone on my birthday (!). Who would believe it?
Googs, what else is there for it but a photo essay (through the looking glass) of all the exciting, non-depressing stuff I'm going to get up to today (after going to the beach)?
I will watch:

And I will consume:

It's safe to say I am most pumped about the prawn (pron: 'plawn') toast. it should be mad. Sunnyboys do rule, though; as does reconstituted chicken. Basically: I am going to have the funnest depress-o day ever.
YES.