Perhaps this is why my unbelievably nice boss unexpectedly sent me home from work six hours early on Friday. (He claimed that I have completed six months' worth of work in three weeks and really deserve a reward.) Clearly, he is psychic and somehow knew, even when I had forgotten, that I needed a three-day weekend to celebrate my queerness's birthday.
At least I posted something that seems vaguely appropriate for today. Now I just need to go buy it a cake. And then start thinking up some better ways of celebrating the big one next year. (Actually, I already know perfectly well what the most appropriate way of celebrating it would be, but unfortunately I would need a partner available for that, which seems to be awfully difficult to arrange. Alas.)