They say it's my birthday. This seems reasonable. That's what's on the paperwork. It's probably true. The whole 39 thing seems a bit unbelievable, though. I mean, 39!?! I just can't possibly be that old. I still haven't decided what to be when I grow up! I'm still single. No kids. I rent. My car is orange. ORANGE. Old people don't drive orange cars. Right? Everyone keeps wishing me a happy birthday. I appreciate the well-wishes, I do, but it doesn't quite seem like the rational way to feel about turning 39. 21 - that was a happy birthday. I liked 26, though I can't quite recall just why. Since 30, though, it's been pretty much, "Oh my God, please let the calendar skip that day!!!". How can I be growing old when I still don't feel done growing up?
Then again, the one thing I'd like more than anything for my birthday is a nap.
