Rose-Tint My World
I'm off to buy a present for my friend Mary.
Her birthday is this Friday and we (and some others) are supposed to be going out clubbing somewhere to celebrate.
I'm working Friday night so it really depends on how I feel after I get off work, how much money I've made, and how G. is feeling (he's been sick).
I didn't make any promises.
Speaking of birthdays, mine is coming soon (the 22nd).
I usually get depressed around my birthday. It happens every year, like clockwork.
And I know the reason is basically because I'm getting older.
I know, I know --everybody is getting older, nobody can do anything about it, you're only as old as you feel, and age ain't nothin' but a number. Blah, blah, blah.
It's not that I don't know that, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it, either.