Another day...

Well, my birthday is rapidly drawing to a close. It felt like just another day. When I was at college we had a party one time to celebrate Joe's, Jake's, Cory's, and my birthdays all together. After not going to a party since school, it would have been a fun way to celebrate. Makes me miss the good old days. Man, I even sound old (however, according to a woman I work with, I'm just a "baby", having not even been born when she had already been working for the company for ten years).

I got up this morning, did the same stuff as usual (shower, shave, blah blah blah), vacuumed the house, cleaned the bathroom, stuff I shouldn't do on my birthday but had to be done. I went to Foxwoods and came home up ten dollars, having hit for over a hundred in order to put my up fifty, and then having blown forty of that in less than ten minutes. Easy come, easy go. I then came home, ate some pizza, and watched TV. Aside from a few phone calls from well-wishers, it might as well have been any other day.

And I guess, basically, that makes it all kind of depressing. Sixteen, you get your permit. Eighteen, you're an adult. Twenty-one and you can drink. After that, it seems like it all goes down-hill.

Over the last year, a lot of things have changed. I got my diploma, I returned home, I'm a working slob now, I've started down the long long path of repairing my relationship with my father, and in so doing have learned a lot about myself. I've grown up a lot. I feel so young and so old all at the same time.

I don't know where I'm going with this. Basically, between the holidays, winter, and my birthday, I've got a nasty case of the blues. Although this wasn't a birthday that I'll try to forget, it wasn't one that will forever stick out in my mind having been spent exactly the way I wanted (whatever that is, anyway).

The highlight of my day, though? You'll find it here.