"He wants his money. He’s a pretty practical poet." --Samuel DelaneyToday, I'm thirty six. Yay for me, I made it through another year. And that's really all I have to say. No plans to celebrate this year as I'm in a mood.
Again.
On the bright side, we're finally living in the new house but we still have no natural gas and I can't find the leaks the gas company claims I have.
I fell down the stairs and broke our basement dehumidifier. Leave it to me, to fall down a flight of stairs without a scratch but to take out an expensive piece of equipment.
Again.
What I really want for my birthday is a hot shower and a cold beer but neither is in the cards.