Forty-Two Notches on the Stick of Time

Today marks my forty-second trip around the sun. No big plans. I've already opened my presents, and now Roomie is making tacos. That's it. No party, no dinner, and the only phone calls I'll get are from pollsters. It's fine by me. A little lonely, maybe, but not the end of the world, and better than being crowded and pestered by a family I don't like, and who don't know me at all.

Off to read and watch Hulu and bad murder TV and keep this ugly old world outside for a while