Belated Birthday

I realized I didn't write about my birthday at all. I have figured out three possible reasons why:

1. I'm lazy. Highly possible.
2. I once read a short story, or read about a short story, of a girl who goes on vacation and obsesses about taking a photo of every moment so she could remember everything. But in the end, she realizes she missed out on her entire vacation. At the end of The Return, the photos of the vacation show everybody but the father. All the boys have as memories of their father is the journal they dutifully kept. Do I want the extant memory of me to be some dumb blog online? Likelihood of this justification indeterminate, as I don't know what I'm talking about. Possibly something about wanting pure, unadulterated memories, though that is obviously impossible according to psychology.
3. I hated my birthday and some Freudian defense mechanism is helping me cope. Unlikely, but how would I know?

In all, it was quite pleasant and by that I mean nothing horrific. Highlight of the day: Avanti dropping the cupcakes. Youtube moment right there. You know there's a cultural shift when "Kodak moment" becomes "Youtube moment."