It is also the day after Lewis Carroll's birthday. (At least, over here it is.)
Last and least, it's also my birthday. ^^
It's one AM right now, but in the morning I'll be doing exactly the same thing as I did last year which is heading off to Sherlock's cafe. Except I'm a year older and wiser this time (and I'll be wearing a deerstalker hat while trying to impersonate the great detective himself. Pretty much exactly like this, actually.
So, yeah, I'm now fifteen years old, a fully-fledged social recluse, wannabe-cat lady and enemy of the tiny-little evil parakeet-type birds that live in the cage in the Spare Oom.