So, okay, I’m 33.

I needed to go into my bio page and completely revise it anyway. This is just a good excuse to get to that.

And, yeah, how often can we say we’re the same two digits? (Does that make any sense?)

[Answer: every 11 years.]

Turning 30 sucked ass. Today, however, was not as big of a deal. Could be because it poured down rain all day, so it didn’t feel “momentous.” Could be because I worked through the morning. Could be any number of reasons.

As presents go, perhaps the best one I received was from Jen in AU. She sent me a new Marian Keyes novel about what happens when you put things off. And she sent pictures from graduation! Woo! (She did not, however, send any WizzFizz, which aggravated Justin. Poor kid. One of these days I’m going to send her $50 and she can buy and ship all the WizzFizz that will get!) Justin’s laments aside, it was a lovely present and made me miss her even more.

All in all, my birthday was just fine. Not too exciting, not disappointing. Just perfectly normal.

Content,
michelle