Tired, old

Last night I was exhausted. The combination of my physically taxing weekend, compounded by staying up late Sunday night watching the Survivor finale, caught up to me. I was in bed by 9:30.

Friday is my birthday, I’ll be 38 years old. Even better, it will be full moon right around then as well. It should make for a miserable combination. I told Ali that any birthday celebration needs to include me drinking a lot of alcohol. The past year seems to have flown by in a blink. I remember when I was 11 or 12, a year seemed like an eternity.