It's nobody's birthday today. How depressing. I guess you can send me presents if you wish.

I've decided that being a graduate assistant is a lot like being a sharecropper. You do lots of semi-important work, and they pay you enough so that you can eat rice (and only rice) every day but you can't go out on your own until you do what they say--which takes forever and sometimes is impossible. In other news, I have a lot to do, so I have to go.

Don't forget about the presents.