Birthday blues turned around
Today ain't the greatest birthday I've ever had.
I seem to have injured my back and it kills to get up from my chair or sit down in it.
I have economics class tonight - the kind of economics class that only a nerd school like Carnegie Mellon can make really really hard.
Apparently the new dog has been dragging food off the counter tops in the kitchen and pissing John off.
Chelsey Clinton is on campus today.
What else could go wrong?
Then I read that the country of Bhutan (apparently a Himalayan nation) has a king named Jigme Wangchuck. How cool is that? Do all of these mythical Bhutan people have silly names? Hoggy Zipperlou is the Minister of Chocolate and Buggy Thugburp runs the Department of Upside-down Flying Underpants!
But seriously, it appears that good ole' Jiggy Wangchuck married 4 SISTERS: Yangdön, Pem, Wangmo and Sangay. I guess Jigme likes to get his groove on, if you're into that kind of thing:
The dinner parties they host must be really awkward. You go Jiggy... more power to you boy. Nice paper mache boots. Thanks for salvaging my birthday mood with your wacky outfits, adorable names and off the charts libido.
