It's probably been more than ten years since there's been even a hint of winter weather on my birthday. And we were really close this time. But, once again, much ado about nothing.
Oh yeah...yay...birthday...
34 years of life. I've never been ashamed or hesitant to say what my age is. Because frankly, nobody's been able to guess it correctly. Well, one guy did, but he had an actual frame of reference, so he doesn't count.
I am, however, looking back a lot more these days. I suppose that's evident in my recent blog topics. And I shouldn't be doing that so much. Reflection is good to a point, but I've only gone through just over a third of my life (assuming I've been endowed with the appropriate genes). I still have a long way to go.
Alas, I continue to regress. After all, the thing I'm looking forward to the most in the next couple of weeks is volunteering at the TIFF Kids International Film Festival. Why? There's going to be a meet-and-greet with Elmo and the Cookie Monster. Seriously. So excited.
"You said that irony was the shackles of youth, you wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh"
