Happy Birthday!

I'm 32 years old today. Happy to be here, happy to be alive. Spoke w/my mom and w/my dad this morning. My sister was on the voice mail from my dad. I love my friends very much. Part of me feels like I'm getting old, or something (like I should get married, etc.), but if I had wanted to be, I could've already been married for five years, now. I think my dad was 32, when I was born. My mom was 24. I'm glad to be at work today; I've been unemployed on my birthday -- it's not a good feeling. I have no idea what I'm doing tonight, but that doesn't bother me. I might head out east and catch the sunset. Who knows?