Prime numbers

Well folks, it’s my 35th birthday.

And my mother tells me I’m a beautiful middle aged woman. And I’m starting to believe her.

Because I think I’m having a mid-life crisis.

But, who wants to hear about a midlife crisis? No one really, no one does. Suffice it to say that all those promising things are no longer promising and are now poop on the feet of homeless midgets.

And I think my internet just went down.

So! Tonight anyway, I’ll be having meat and cheese for dinner, along with a cake I don’t want from work. All the twenty year olds can laugh at the old lady with birthday cake.

And maybe a couch! A new couch, a new old couch. Which is just about the thing I want most in the world anyway, so yay for the couch.

So here’s to birthdays and mid life crisi (ses?) and the days after birthdays, which will maybe be more promising than the birthday itself.