Happy Birthday To Me
Yesterday was my 22nd birthday. It was just me and the parents because I'm back in Guelph and lord knows where most of my OG (the G stands for Guelph) friends are now. Plus, I'm reaching that age where birthdays are a day of mourning, melancholia, and bitterness. And at my folks' house, I don't have to pay for the booze, so that gets a lot cheaper and easier.
But, that being said, it was quite a nice birthday. There was plenty of food, lots of cake- as you can see above- and two whole days off work to be slothful. Or at least, as slothful as one can be when you're knitting a baby blanket on a deadline.
But more on that later. Right now, a shout out to any readers I might have: I'm getting my Google Reader back in action, so if you have a blog, or the name of any blogs I simply *must* read, let me know in the comments.