Was awakened this morning before noon by a dream I was having that, as usual, wasn't making much sense.

The time/date program on the desktop of my non-internet-capable computer said today is the first day of Ramadan (and the year is 1425, just so you know). For my own personal amusement, I considered not eating today, then realized that I'd already slept through the dawn prayer, so I abandoned the whole idea. Why do it if you're not going to do it right, even if it's just for the hell of it?

Discovered donuts. Ate 2. Milk was hijacked, settled for orange juice. Fielded a couple phone calls. Trying to figure out what to do with my weekend and shit.

Still no birthday ideas...