I know this may not be shocking to some (many), but I'm amazed I made it to (BORING) 34(?!) without getting hit by a bus. I guess it's the last dying breath of my rock star fantasy that I would die and leave behind a legacy of unedited half-baked blogs that would immortalize me to a generation of people who are bored at work...(I guess it's not the same thing as "Bobby McGee" - well, that and Janis Joplin died at 26). ANYWAY, I guess NOW I'd better think of something to do with my life!

My mother made her traditional birthday phone call to me this morning to which she added, "Remember, you're SPECIAL!" I can't help but think that this is somehow meant to console me for...? I don't know, a life lacking in, say, KIDS, SUBSTANTIAL SAVINGS ACCOUNT, HUSBAND, ACCOLADES...(just some thoughts).

I do appreciate being special. I'll let this thought cuddle up next to me and keep me warm at night while I watch Sex and the City (LOVE THAT SHOW!) re-runs on chanel 5 (my evening ritual). Maybe I'll let it give me a back rub and make me breakfast in the morning.

Before I end the first day of my 35th year (what?!) I would just like to say to my mother that I LOVE YOU AND THANKS FOR THINKING I'M SPECIAL (THOUGH, ISN'T THAT WHAT MOM'S ARE FOR?)!

Just for today, I can turn 34.