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I’ll wrap up the week by noting that my birthday is tomorrow. No presents are expected, although I wouldn’t mind a trinket from Comic-Con if you happen to be there. My present to myself is tickets to tomorrow’s U2 concert, along with other assorted acts of debauchery. I’m not sure what to expect from age 38, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon. As long as I manage to stay out of jail and/or the hospital, I figure I’ll be doing okay for myself.

Enjoy the weekend.