35

Birthdays become less and less exciting each year. I’ve been telling people that I no longer have them. Which, I now realize, makes me sound REALLY OLD. That’s one of those jokes that old people use… “I stopped having birthdays at 39” or “I’m aging backwards now.” I’ve gotta stop using that line.

35 has been blessedly uneventful so far. I’m at work today, going to yoga at lunch, probably working tonight on freelance work. I think that stomach virus is still hanging around a little bit, too.