Well, I'm a year older, and the mountain – whatever goals I have in life – isn't getting any closer.
It is so fashionable, these days, to get depressed on your birthday, that it truely depresses me that it happens to me as well, me being used to being undepressable. Damnit.
Oh, well. I'll go to sleep and hopefully by tomorrow morning I'll return to my regular jolly, slightly silly self.
Wish me luck…