"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional." -Chili Davis

I was going to write something insightful (well, as insightful as I can get at 4:30 in the a.m.), something of the oh-poor-me variety, just a little something about the unfathomable-ness of factitude surrounding the day, today, as it is the anniversary of my birth. The 27th anniversary to be exact. (27? Holy fuck!)

Maybe I'll get to that later. But for now I'm in too good of a mood. Good mood stomps silly micro-pity-party flat like burnt pancake. Or whatever. Jodi is rockin' two versions of Xanadu over at her site and I'll be hitting the play button over and over and over again, and dancing and twirling about in utter-gleeful-abandonment. Well, at least for the next 20 minutes or so while I still have the trailer office all to myself.

Happy birthday to me. Happy twenty-friggin-seventh birthday to me. Pffffffffffffftttttttttt!