It's my birthday.

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.

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