Birthdays can be tough. The expectations make it tough. When we’re kids we have parties put together for us and it’d be bad form to no be ecstatic about the pizza and the pools and the friends. When you’re an adult those expectations remain, but you’ve gotta plan your own parties and planning parties sucks.

Abby did a better job than I did, managing expectations and having a good time. She made ricotta for dinner, and it was really good, better than pizza.

Mostly I drove around and stared at my computer writing about old logos and posters. 

There’s so much to do in the next 10 weeks that I feel like I don’t even know where to begin, and come October I’ll have no time at all for any of it. 

It’s so goddamned hot.