Just read the official horoscope for my birthday.
Had to laugh.
At least for that eerie connection a semi-general statement can make to my life at the moment.

As you've no doubt realized over the past week or so, no matter how much you'd like it to, love doesn't run on a schedule -- especially not this kind of love. You've found someone who's really, really appealing to your intellect and your brain -- as well as to your eyes. Who's to say how it will end? Only the two of you. If you're smart, do what you can to make sure the evening ends with a lovely, romantic kiss.

Well, last night was a blur.
Bday schedule was as follows:

Woke up a lil' after 7am, slightly hungover.
Couldn't go back to sleep, took a relaxing detox hike around the neighborhood.
Took advantage of the weather, got some amazing cloudwatching done.
Breakfast bar, shower.
Job interview for another internet sales company... which I know little to nothing about.
But I figure if they contacted me over my posted resume online, I like my chances.
Bank run.
Home to change an' hug mother.
Dragged on a sushi run that gets sidetracked into a mini-wine fest.
Go through almost two bottles by myself.
Come into my hosting gig pretty blitzed an' thankful for mouthwash.
Hosting/training the new peon.
Awesome gifts from friends.
Yes. Yes there were penguins.
Even a bobblehead penguin sprinkler.
I'm probably having too much fun w/ the squirt gun though.
After work, costume change, shots an' a sad attempt at trying to put food in my system.
Fast-forward, amazing buzz by the end of the night, possibly drunk.
DD drops me off an' I find my pops usin' the family comp in his bath robe.

More probably happened, I just happened to plan out yesterday horribly wrong even though I knew what was coming.
Today's horoscope: just a reminder that my house goes up on the auction block today.
It's kinda surreal to look at the posting of a house you're still living in.