Well it happened again.
Try as I might to prevent such atrocity the days, weeks, and years keep passing and then, every now and again, my odometer trips up a number, and I'm not going to lie to you; today's number has thrown me for a bit of a loop.
I don't feel shame or embarrassment in revealing the troubling number - I don't think I have attained that level quite yet - it is more a feeling of: soooo...ummmm...well...ya...
Do you know what I mean? Probably not because I am not making sense - I just have this overwhelming feeling of "ok, what now?"
Well the realization that I am now one more year older has thrown me into exactly 3.5 minutes of serious reflection about birthdays in general (I intended to go a full 5 minutes but all of the sudden I was distracted by a loud humming and burning smell emanating from my brain, so I thought it best to stop while I was ahead) and this is the conclusion I have come to:
Wait for it...
I have no conclusion.
But the presents are nice! Meet my new baby!
My mother understands me in a deep cosmic way. Isn't it pretty? Well for those of you who are currently shaking your heads and thinking: "Wow, that girl's got problems." - don't worry, I am so aware of it. ;)