(said in the same tone of voice as Ben Affleck in “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back,” when he says, “a-ha, I wasn’t with a hooker today!“)

I have an idea of what my birthday gift from might be. He’s been giving me hints since Friday, and I really hope that tomorrow’s hint will totally invalidate my idea, since I don’t want to know beforehand. Why was I thinking about it, then? Well, I was riding the bus home and hadn’t planned appropriately, so I was without iPod and book. Tonight, and had my hint, and when put with the others, and an important clarification of one of the hints I was remembering incorrectly, and an incident that happened a week ago that, if I’m right, was a totally sneaky thing that someone did (and something I totally would have done, and in fact, is similar to things I’ve done to get the information I wanted from the receiver without them knowing)… my mind kinda put some things together. I hope tomorrow’s clue shows I’m totally off, because now that I’ve got an idea, I can’t think of any other possibilities.

And if I’m right, it’ll go to show why I don’t like surprises (primarily that I figure out what’s going on before it happens, and then I have to just play along anyways, and that’s no fun), and why, when planning a surprise for me, one must be very sneaky and actually keep it a secret. Because I’ve been known to figure these things out. I may not be observant all the time, but when someone’s keeping something hidden, I tend to sense it. Maybe it’s because I spent so many years trying to hide things from my parents. Who knows.

And no, I won’t tell you what I think it is. If I’m right, then I might just gloat about it later. And if I’m wrong, I won’t tell anyone what I thought it might be, because that just seems like a bad idea.

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