It's my birthday today! I turned 27. Or, optionally, 1.
Nohing too exciting planned for the day, unfortunately. I made an attempt at arranging a furry get-together a little while back to go watch my all-time favourite musical Rockeulven (aka. Med Grimm Og Gru, Ma-Ma, Rock'n Roll Wolf) at the theater this weekend, but it sort of fell apart. Tried arranging a get-together with non-furry friends more recently, but that sort of fell apart too. Difficult arranging things so close to Christmas eve, it seems. A few family members are coming over later for cake and coffee (and to give me the traditional birthday money - which is definitely appreciated and very useful, but unexciting), but a few of them are sick and a few others are busy, so probably won't be the biggest turn out. Family gatherings are usually awkward anyway, with a lot of awkward small talk.
But am hoping to enjoy myself watching some Silver Fang (aka. Ginga Nagareboshi Gin), some Bear In The Big Blue House, and shaking my tush to some new music while drinking URGE. So fun shall be had.