I’m one day away from turning 34; another year and matriculating from high school will officially be the midpoint of my life.
There’s really not a whole lot to talk about this week; we’re still waiting for word on any new living situation, and not much else has really been happening. Sparrow is getting on better with Silver, and some friends have offered to look after him if we cannot find a place in time to keep him, so that’s good at least.
So I’m just going to go into the weekend and enjoy my birthday as best I can; after my 21st, I haven’t been all that enthusiastic about my birthdays since, but I already glurged out all my angst about it in the previous draft of this blog entry, so you won’t have to read it. All you need to know is that I’m doing okay, and no matter how I feel about my birthday, it’ll pass just like any other day.
See you on the other side.
Ciao for now.