Happy birthday to me. 27 years on this planet and yet I often still feel like I’m only 18 years old. It’s an odd sensation, to feel so young, yet be this close to 30.
I’m not dealing with it well this morning. First birthday really without Dad. He wasn’t talking this time last year, but he was alive. I have the overwhelming urge to go drown my grief in a very strong bottle of booze.
But I won’t. Cause, thats just not my style.
Plans consist of I believe Blue Canyon for dinner this weekend. Not sure what else. We shall see. Tonight Rachel is coming to get me at 9, to do I don’t know what.