Well, it's that time of year again, folks.  It's May, and the flat panic of forgetfulness has set in.  You see, a dear, beloved, amazing, fantastic, etc., etc., etc. friend of mine (You know who you are, lady.) has a birthday in May.  I can't remember when it is.  Every year, I swear I'll remember the date, every year I fail.  I have a mental block ( Read more... )