Casual Hex

Quickly, before the day is over, I wanted to wish myself a happy birthday. Like, er.. yeah. Might have made more sense if I’d done this 14 hours ago.

So, yea. I’m 35. Halfway to 70. Which just so happens to be how old my father is. I’m the same age he was when I was born. And I’ll be 70 when my son/daughter is 35. See how that works? Weeeee…

I’m not really that bothered about my age. It would have been nice to have a child at a younger age, but I didn’t and that’s not going to get in the way. It never really did for my father. However, it will for the grandchild. Maybe my parents will live to be old, old, old and yet still healthy. For the kid’s sake I hope so.

The kids and Christina delivered upon me some really nifty gifts. A new mouse for my pooter (my other one’s left clicker got a little too soft) and Trauma Center: Under the Knife for my Nintendo DS. Who’s up for a little surgery? I’ve been practicing with my stylus! For my self-gift I bought Yes, Virginia by The Dresden Dolls. Now, I’m yawning and well beyond my bedtime. Goodnight and onwards to 36.