|Not yet in my pocketses
||[Jul. 14th, 2010|10:25 pm]
I don't mean to go all Bert Blyleven on you*, but it's 12 days to my birthday.
I really like birthdays. This year I am very tired, and birthdays perk me right up.
I don't think that anybody should buy me a present who wouldn't otherwise buy me a present. I dislike trolling for presents. However. If you are a person who was already trying to think what to get me, a caffeine-free tisane with ginger and no anise in it is very welcome indeed. Staff of life, ginger. Staff. Of. Life. I went through one box of the spice tisane I'm using most in the two weeks since alecaustin went home: I distinctly remember opening it the morning he left, and now it is gone. And I've been drinking other tisanes sometimes still.
There are rumors about other things that are the staff of life, and this is my 2^5 birthday, but "to the fifth" should not be a theme, because I am not at all a good drinker, and a fifth of anything would last me to my 3^5 birthday.
Mostly you should get me a chatty e-mail for my birthday, really. Or string, or nothing.
Not actually string, unless you've done something good with it, but if I'd left the string out, it wouldn't have been a Tolkien reference. So there you have that part.
You can get me a Tolkien reference for my birthday if you like. Those are nice, and they often fit.
*/obligatory laurel reference