Jeez. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was a carefree girl of 33.
It is my birthday today. A year closer to middle age. A year closer to the grave. Whatever.
Right now while most of you are toiling at your stupid jobs, I'm eating some mighty tasty Oreo cheesecake, drinking a trough of coffee, and downloading Cracker's "Happy Birthday to Me" at Cafe Jumping Bean. Maybe I'll listen to it 34 times. Maybe I'll eat 34 pieces of cheesecake.
Who knows. It's my birthday. I can do what I want.
I'll be at Flatwater at 5:07 tonight if anyone wants to stalk me (an ideal birthday present) and/or buy me a drink.