You know what?
Fuck it- I don't want today to be about bad stuff. It's 70+ degrees, I went for a great bike ride, and the dark cloud looming over today has dissipated a bit. Plus, considering that I'm 38, love snack foods and wine as much as any human can, often stay up too late, incessantly pick at imagined things on my face, don't always wear sunscreen when I should, and sometimes my only exercise is trying to use the remote with my toes...
...I think I'm holding up pretty darn good.
Now, dammit- I want some cake.
Tomorrow I'll tell you about my weekend and all the debauchery involved (including, but not limited to: nudity, dirty talk & whiskey).
Oh, and I adopted a monkey.
Happy my birthday, my little morsels of cakey, buttercreamy goodness. Happy my birthday.