That's right. I'm one year closer to a cold and lonesome death. I've found that once you get past a certain age you just stop caring about these kinds of things. Even the big holidays like Christmas lose some of their luster. I wouldn't have even known it was my birthday if my mom hadn't told me. Anyway, it was alright I guess. Got some cash and a bangin' ice cream cake. It was a small "party" at my house. When I say party I mean a bunch of relatives who had forgotten about my birthday altogether found out there was cake and decided to stop by. The real party is in Savannah on Friday. Can you say "I'm so hammered I can't feel my face"? Because I sure can.