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Almost Back!

Yesterday was my official birthday. There's a certain irony to the socialists having a celebration on the same day, but I think it was lost on most people except those to whom I pointed it out.

I flew back from Miami yesterday morning and then Mister Bookworm took me to a surprise dinner last night. We went to this French-Spanish restaurant here in Astoria; it was delicious. I thought I was going to burst after it was over.

My trip to Miami was awesome. Pharoah and the Boob Doctor were awesome hosts. One of their neighbors even let us use his apartment for our visit, so it was like Mister Bookworm and I had our own place for the duration.

We went to the beach and the pool. I got a little bit of sun, but not much because I put on sunscreen with the SPF 30. I need that because otherwise I do an incredible painful, though amusing, impression of bacon. We went to Villa Viscaya and we also drank lots of mojitos.

While I was gone, I finished my Pink Carnation book and Robert Mayhew's Ayn Rand & the Song of Russia. I'll discuss both in a little bit.

ALSO while I was gone I got a call from a headhunter that was really exciting. I know, it's just a headhunter and I have a lot more work to do in order to find a new job, but it was pretty cool and it reminded me how badly I really do want to find a new job.

So, I'm back home now, but I took the day off, you know, to relax. Since I'm 30 now, I guess I'll nap and .