Another trip around the sun.
Another drop in the bucket.
One foot farther into the grave.
Picking up speed on the other side of the hill.
It doesn’t matter how you put it, birthdays just aren’t really all that much fun. Maybe it’s just me.
Sure, I get the celebration part and I am not really a fatalist, so it isn’t that big a deal.
BUT, I can tell you another year older and being sick at the same time is kinda beating me up today. I really just wanna sit in a dark room, watch movies or play video games, and not interact with anyone unless I have given prior approval.
No such luck.
People are everywhere. There is too much light. I am coughing up a storm (I am not contagious any longer), and work is much too busy.
Yes, OK, I get it Father Time. You win.
But, I might just take a nap in my car and you can’t stop me…