2008-03-07
34
It's my birthday.
34.
My year, I guess.
I have no fancy plans - dinner with my friend and her infant and maybe tomorrow I'm taking my dog up the mountain.
It should actually be a good weekend.
Between the job I am paid to do and the job I pay to do, I am wiped.
Plumb done.
I guess this is what it is to be old.
arizonasarah at 3:27 p.m.