a day in the life

Sooner or later, one wakes up and finds one has turned twenty-seven. --well, not yet. But in nine-and-a-half hours or so. Really, now, I'm not a digitally inclined person, do you know how long it takes me to memorize a new phone number? I have a hard enough time remembering how old I am without it changing on me on an annual basis! ...This would be a joke, if I hadn't in fact given people the wrong age on more than one occasion. "I'm twenty-five. No, wait, twenty-six!"

And today, I shall celebrate my birthday with a Japanese oral.

...No, unfortunately not that kind of oral.

At least it will be over in a couple hours. I don't get test anxiety normally, but when the exam involves standing up before not only the class and two teachers but a camera--a camera!--and trying to prove that I in fact can speak in Japanese--a difficult feat, as one, I really cannot; and two, even my native English will desert me under such circumstances--well, at least it will be over in a couple hours.

So who wants to write me fluffy h/c that doesn't involve any language exams for my birthday? *beams*