It’s my birthday in a week or so. What can I say other than, “Big whoop”?
I can’t say that I’ve had a truly memorable or even great birthday in I don’t know how many years. Even my 21st was a complete washout. Actually… What 21st? I remember we went out to a restaurant. So much for the big birthday bash, eh? 11 years later, birthdays have become pretty much meaningless to me. It’s just another boring day.
Well, maybe not, since I’m sitting here whining about it.