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I read Steve's birthday greeting from the internet kiosk yesterday right before I got on the plane and it kept me buoyed well into the flight. What a beautiful thing to say about someone. That Julia is a lucky lady.

I'm a lucky lady too, because an honest to goodness genius turned her talents in my direction. She was my initiator into the world of sonnets, and the one she wrote for my birthday couldn't have been more perfect. It was like she was there, wasn't it, Mr Hedgehog?

The comedy writer also turned her talents towards me and fired off a perfect poem, exquisitely executed in the Rynn style. I haven't told her how much her sketch made me laugh yet, which is folly. Folly. She needs to be told. Why do I have so many emails??

And, were all that not enough, Cory of Boing Boing honoured me by including me among his list of dailies.

I loves it.

On an unrelated note, I miss Gina. I want to go over there today. How to do so without my family feeling abandoned?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:04 AM | shower me with attention