(It is not an accident that I have not told you the circumstances. If I feel like sharing those details at a later date, I will do so; until then, rest assured that they are in the category of "weird and/or annoying" rather than "severe, painful, and alarming." Condolences are not necessary. I am not drastically ill. We're just making sure. I am not losing sleep over this one. Good thing, too: I need sleep.)
Along with all of this, I have very little energy, so if you show up at my birthday party Saturday night and no one dusted the end tables, please cope quietly with this lack or else take your napkin to them surreptitiously if it makes you feel better. I will be very glad to see people who can make it -- and again, locals, please let me know if you're coming so I can throw another metric ton of food and beverage out in your honor -- but I have decided that the perfect party is for some other year, and this year we will have the party we can have. And enjoy it, I expect.
ETA: My doctor reminds me of matociquala. You might find this disturbing, but it's actually rather comforting.