So today is my birthday. I'm way older than I ever thought I would be. I suppose that's just life eh?
Mary made me Beef Wellington (really yummy -sorry to my vegetarian pals) last night and they got me a heavy bag. I've been wanting one of those for years to live out my Rocky Balboa and Batman training montage fantasies. I'm pretty stoked.
In the past I've usually looked at my birthdays with a kind of aloof disdain. But this year is different. I'm not being as hard on myself and I'm liking me a tad more than I used to. So it's kind of cool.
I'm not really doing anything for it other than just hanging out. But I've been into being alone lately. It recharges me or something.