I’m now doing probably one of the most depressing things you’ve ever heard:

I’m ordering all of my own birthday presents for my birthday a week from today, which I will be celebrating completely alone since the rest of my family will be busy taking my sister back to college. Completely alone.

If anyone, say, wanted to stop by my house, say, on oh, Monday, August 25th, I would not be opposed to said visit. Or this weekend, that’s cool too. Not that there is any reason you should come up. Would just be nice, is all. Nice, nice, nice.