They say it's your birthday

It's my birthday
I'm 34 years old
I woke up at 6.30am and tried to muster some enthusiasm for it, then rolled over and went back to sleep until 8.23am
I've had lots of calls and emails and texts, and Monique bought a training session for an organic farmer in Cambodge on my behalf through Oxfam Unwrapped
I feel kind of queasy because I've eaten too much breakfast
I'm having a really good hair day, and am wearing a pretty skirt
I work with a woman called Serene who has sisters called Helene, Janine, and Corinne
In 45 minutes I'll be having lunch with my sister, and then seeing Martin and Sweeney
It's impossible to be sad in the presence of penguins or Sweeneys or squirrels
I'm hoping that Craig Penn is going to call, because he knows I'm the star of my own movie. We call each other every birthday and usually one of us is drunk - (actually just as I was writing this, he rang. He is tipsy. We're going to meet up in New York next Christmas cos it will be ten years since we were there together in the dodgy backpackers with the smoking guy and the rattly pipes.)
Charlie has not given me any presents