happy birthday jim.

god this is so weird.

it's not like we had some sort of ritual, or that i feel like i'm a horrible person any more today than i do any other day.

i think that if we were in each other's situation, i would want to know that i remembered...

but, i also know that if he said anything to me it would ruin my day. and who wants a birthday to be ruined.

i think i might send him an email at midnight and ruin saturday instead.

of course the way i work i'm sure he'll tell me that it was ruined because i DIDN'T say anything.

bastard.