Well,  just as I suspected, today is the same as every other day (despite the fact that I got kicked in the face by Spencer Lemley) and I have discovered just how disturbingly selfish my younger sibling is. Carol has an away basketball game, Kym is working, Katie is sick, and I don’t know where the fuck Paige is. I called her house and got the usual “UHH HALLOO, PAIGE IS HERE BUT CALL BACK IN 20 MINUTES KAY?” from Mr. Hoffman. Every time I think of him, I think of the stories he would tell about how Paige was conceived. While we were eating breakfast of course. “Uhh well, it was in a labratory in San Francisco…”  Mhm. Yah. Nice mealtime conversation. Don’t get me wrong, I love it of course. I got lots of “Happy Birthdays” today, and you know, I started to wonder how I was supposed to respond to these. Do I just say thank you? Thank you doesn’t seem right for some reason, but that’s eventually what I settled with. My mom is making a huge ass thing of spaghetti, which at this moment seems to be burning according to my nostrils.