Tea has claimed me. I am now a tea-drinker. Orange Pekoe, White Chai, and numerous other wild and crazy blends are ever on my nostrils, my tongue lusting to be scalded by that first precarious sip of delightful brew. Before Steph moved in, I drank tea perhaps four times a year. But her constantly asking me "would you like a cup of tea?" has conditioned my behavior. Now tea is a daily ritual. Mmmmm tea...

I've gotten flack in the past for not reminding people enough in advance: November 11th is my birthday. It's a Friday. There will almost certainly be some kind of celebration. So if you've been looking for an excuse, this is your chance to shower me with love. Yay love...