Hook, E. and B. Day

Today is Becca's birthday. I'm trying my best to make sure she has a good day. I always feel the need to make sure everyone has a good day on their birthday. As I've mentioned, it is your day. It's also a good day for me, because she catches up in age a year to me, and so is the normal two years younger vs. slightly-creepy three years younger.

I'm taking her to a Cuban restraunt tonight, at her reccomendation. YUCA, I believe is the name, and I've only heard good things. This will be my first taste of Cuban food. I ignorantly believed it would be something like mexican (or more accurately Tex-Mex), but I've learned that's not the case. I think I'm going to leave the ordering up to her. Actually, at her suggestion I also had my first Thai food, and that turned out pretty good. So, I am probably as eager as she is.

Also, today is unique because I'm playing hooky from work. It's letting me hang out with Becca a bit more than usual, which is cool, and I mean, seriously folks, what better gift could I give than myself? I do feel bangs of guilt, however. Still, this is only my third sick day in a year, and others take much more. I am entitled, after all. Basically, when I leave work, I'll be compensated for all vacation time but not for any sick leave. So, an extra day off isn't so bad. This will likely be the exception and not the rule for me. I have played hooky from school, and also received perfect attendance awards the very next semester. When I go out to dinner tonight I'll still be looking over my shoulder just in case there's a TV sitcom-like coincidence with my boss showing up. Truth me told, though, I think, and KNOW, that noone is missing me today, if even realizing I'm not there. Experience from sitting in a cubicle has taught me that. Still, at the end of the day it's I who lied, but with the best intentions for spending the day with Becca, and preventing the cruelty of boredom and abandoment feelings I'm subjected to each day. I hope I am justified. May God have mercy on my soul.