That's right. 28 trips around the sun. I was up until 5 this morning finishing an appellate brief, and I had to be at the courthouse to file it by 9. I tried to take a short nap, during which my wife called me from work and woke me up to tell me happy birthday. Then I had to go back in to work and read over a string of land titles all day to determine who owned the surface and mineral rights to some tiny, insignificant tract of land that nobody cares about (except for the three different people who claim to own it). I just got home after nearly getting sideswiped by some douchebag, and I ran over my wife's brand new flower pot that was, for some reason, in the driveway. She got mad, I got irritated, and now I'm in bed about to take a nap.
If your're too lazy to read that, just know that this birthday sucks. Leave all congratulations and/or condolences here. If you don't care, that's fine. Nobody else does either.
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