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May 03, 2007

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I've never thought of myself as particularly clumsy, but I just got a birthday card from my sports injuries doctor.

Posted at May 3, 2007 03:49 AM
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Happy Birthday, Mig!

Posted by: Joeri at May 3, 2007 02:28 PM

I was just thinking myself: does this mean that the 47 is soon to become a 48? And if so, then birthday wishes are in order. Do you care to tell us the exact date?

Posted by: Jann at May 3, 2007 04:10 PM

Er, the 10th, but only because you ask. I don't like to make a big deal out of it. In fact, I like to ignore it. And absolutely no presents! Although, if you really must, I am looking for a carbon-fiber cello (or cello bow), a theremin of my own and a digital camera, perhaps one with a Zeiss lens...

Posted by: mig at May 4, 2007 02:58 AM

I'm so relieved that you want a carbon-fiber cello bow. Whew! It's in transit. That and a chimney starter. It helps you light charcoal for the barbecue. Thought that might come in handy. I've really been missing you lately.

Posted by: Erin at May 4, 2007 05:51 PM
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