Today is my 52nd birthday. Weeeeeeeeeee!
In a highly unusual step for this blog, comments are NOT enabled for this post. Why? Because I really don't want any of you to wish me happy birthday.
I've never figured out why the anniversary of one's birth should be a happy day more so than any other day. If today happens to be a piss poor day, but tomorrow is stupendous, what difference should it make?
I have nothing special planned for today. I will follow my usual routine -- ya know, preening myself in front of the mirror hour after hour, while gyrating around screaming, "You duh man! You duh man!" :>D
In a highly unusual step for this blog, comments are NOT enabled for this post. Why? Because I really don't want any of you to wish me happy birthday.
I've never figured out why the anniversary of one's birth should be a happy day more so than any other day. If today happens to be a piss poor day, but tomorrow is stupendous, what difference should it make?
I have nothing special planned for today. I will follow my usual routine -- ya know, preening myself in front of the mirror hour after hour, while gyrating around screaming, "You duh man! You duh man!" :>D
