Today’s the special day where, once a year, my email inbox is overrun with silly but happy facebook notifications saying “Zach, Dan, Peter, Elizabeth, Ennio, Julianne, Adam, (etc.), wrote on your wall…”  Better hope you don’t have something urgent to write to me.

The new wrinkle (soon, I fear, I’ll hesitate to call it a “wrinkle”) this year: my smartphone is tied to my facebook account, which means that every update leads to a little text message.  And given my crippling addiction to Blackberry GPS, I worry that with enough vibrations, the battery might die and leave me stranded somewhere.Although, lost from too many people wishing you a happy birthday is probably the best kind of lost there is.  Keep ’em coming, and I’ll try to stay out of bad neighborhoods.  Thanks =)