Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred

Today is my birthday. Yay, go me! Now I am old. I have officially passed all the fun birthdays, and it's all downhill from here. After you turn 22, there is nothing exciting on the birthday frontier until you start freaking out about turning 30, then 40, etcetera. Oh well. At least I got some presents and good wishes, and that is certainly not to be sneezed at. Plus, this is the last birthday I will spend without Mike, so that's a nice little milestone.

( Stupid asinine stuff, don't bother )