Happy Birthday to Me!!!!

So, turning 32 wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. For some reason, “32” sounds so much more ominous to me than “30”. “30” was sort-of like “Hey! What a major milestone! Let’s celebrate!” Yes, with three exclamation marks.

“32” felt more like “Shit. I’m well into my 30s now. How did I get this fat? Some of my friends are making six digits…what have I been doing with my life?” Notice the absence of exclamation marks.

But I certainly made the most of such a somber occasion. Some of the highlights of my day were:

I slept in and went to work a little late. Because it was my birthday.

I put in my time at work doing pretty much nothing. Again, because it was my birthday.

I ate ice cream cake at work and played pool. Gotta love having a pool table at work.

I went home and took a nap. I imagine I’ll nap the majority of my remaining days on earth…might as well start now.

I ate an amazing dinner prepared by my Very Good Friend.

My Very Good Friend and I engaged in some libido-satisfying activities.

So, all in all, a pretty good day. Given the fact that I’m really old now.