twenty-seven and the prisoner of azkaban

not that i am too selfish and self-centered, but the world really needs to adjust to eastern standard time... at least on my birthday.

not calling at midnight but waking me up at 7h???

grrrrrrr...

no, i'm kidding. thanks, kristelita, you are the best!

and guarani h.d.p., i just heard you were in geneva and were about to call but you didn't. bitch. let's see if you ever get a call from me again when i'm roaming the streets of grenoble...

my dad, of course, called first thing in the morning. he has to make up for not being able to jump on my bed at 6am, as he has always done on each one of my birthdays that i have spent in mexico, ever since i can remember.

and chicho, SEÑOR, thanks for the pre-groundhog call.

i thought it would be a good idea to get up and start getting some work done. the phone kept ringing and i thought i was better off working between calls than trying to sleep. but apparently, procrastination is the same at 8h or at 2h...