[Gwathagor]

Ha ha! Actually, I'm sorry. If it's any consolation to you, my friends decided to get married on a handy Saturday in July...which turned out to be my birthday. To be eclipsed by finals week is merely to be beaten down by the impersonal forces of nature, and leaves one feeling rather bleak and existential, I imagine; but to be forgotten by one's own friends is to feel the knife twist of personal insult, and, being personal, all the more closely felt. The moral: it could be worse.