You Say It's Your Birthday....
Overslept my alarm. Still got up in plenty of time for my massage.
I made my coffee, but forgot to make my breakfast. Smooth move.
Google is wishing me a happy birthday. Uh, Google, that's creepy, not celebratory.
The massage was very relaxing. Oddly enough, her rubbing my ears and feet relaxed me the most. It was a shock to go from a warm massage room into the snow. The massage therapist was telling me that they're getting a sauna, so she's trying to drum up business. I don't know if I'll go for that, but I'd like to try and at least get a chair massage (which is shorter and cheaper) on a regular basis.
Then I ate gyros (and pumpkin pie!) at a local restaurant.
Then I headed to the movie theater to see Bohemian Rhapsody. I thought that it was excellent and really enjoyed it. My foot was tapping much of the time, which confused my fitness tracker. That's one way to get steps in!
Then I came home and finished my homework, which I think came out well. All in all, one of my more enjoyable birthdays. x-posted from Dreamwidth