Well, even though it is no longer your birthday at your home, here in the States I still have five hours to say congratulations and Happy Birthday and so on without looking like a fool at being late.
Not that I don't already look like a fool, wishing someone I have never met before Happy Birthday.
Even though I did have a dream of you, in full Doctor Who dress, expressing your disappoint in my putting my car in the ditch. It truly was a distressing event, one that I would not care to repeat.
Anyway. Once more, Happy Birthday.
I named my phone "Tom Baker's Face" for the practical reason- I now get to say "Damn, Tom Baker's Face is ringing, give me a sec," and other such awesomely weird things.