Birthdays for me have always been anti-climactic. It's not like people don't remember, they do and they're very gracious. But up until the day of, it like woot! woot! this week's my birthday. But then the day comes and it's like, oh well. I didn't even realize it was my birthday until about 1:30 this afternoon.
I'm 22 today. That's more than a 5th of a Century old. I'm over a 4th through with my life.
I don't mean to be morbid or anything. That's just the way things are.
Well, I'm about to go and do some Birthday stuff with family - eat some good ol' Tex-Mex. Blog more later.