The Scientologists think my name is Oxana.

Birthday stuff is starting to happen. It's freaking me out! I don't mind having a birthday. In fact, I love it. I don't mind getting older. I certainly don't mind getting presents. But I do kinda mind having to wait TWO WEEKS to open stuff that is already at my house. (Or, in the case of whatever I was sent from Crate & Barrel, at UPS because I missed them when I was downstairs folding laundry and avoiding my creepy neighbor who apparently thinks the laundry room is her home office.) And oddly, I'm also kinda minding the attention right now.