Holy heck…the last 10 minutes of Gilmore Girls were probably the most interesting 10 minutes I have ever seen.

Wow.

So my dad says that EXACTLY twenty seven years ago, to the hour, he was sitting there watching me sleep. You see, it was about 27 years, one hour, and 17 minutes ago that I graced everyone with my presence. So this leads me to an important observation: why are babies so freakin’ lazy? It’s not like I did any work…so why in the world was I napping nearly an hour after being born??

Geez, Louise.

So far, today has been good. I mean, I did have to go to work. That’s the sucky part about being an adult. And getting old. My colleagues bought me a cake and sang to me in a way only Simon Cowell could appreciate. I applaud their efforts. The day, unlike me, is still young…so I’m still waiting for something exciting to happen. Perhaps a round of Red Rover for the Macedonian police?

One would think that with old age would come some profound wisdom or something. But they would be wrong. I have none. I know, I know…I would be disappointed too. Maybe something will come to me in the next few hours. :)