Happy Birthday to Me

Friday was my birthday. And the nice folks from Skyland took me out for dinner to a very nice restaurant. A cake was brought out, and the jazz singer sang "Happy Birthday" to me. And the food was delicious. And there was so much of it. I really overstuffed myself and ended up feeling pretty yucky. And the Skyland group was less jovial than usual. And then I missed my stop when riding the train home. And there weren't any more trains going the other way. So I had to walk half an hour to get home in dressy shoes. And it began to rain, and I didn't have an umbrella. And what started out as a nice time ended up pretty crappy. Poor, poor, pitiful me.