Just another day
It’s just another day. I’ve been sick. So sick that I didn’t got to work on Sunday and went home early last night.
Yesterday I had a lovely meal of ravioli and garlic bread, topped off by chocolate cake and chocolate gelato. It all tasted good but it’s hard to properly appreciate and taste when you can’t breathe.
Today, I have to go to class and then I have the day free to enjoy my actual birthday.
I’m 32, and the number gets less exciting and more depressing the older I get. So I’m not going to think about it much.
Less fuss gets made. I’m no longer coddled. People at work generally don’t even notice.
So this is what it’s like to get old. Just another day. Another bill to pay. And maybe just a another meal along the way.
I’m now going to take this time before class to indulge in a little bit of World of Warcraft. I never said I was grown up, did I?
