It's a week 'til my birthday. Less than a week, actually. I'll be 21 on October 13th. What's weird is I'm not really looking forward to it this year. My birthday is on the day we have our board meeting at work, which is supposed a particularly stressful day. I may also have to stay late. Plus, midterms are the very next day. I dunno, it's just that this is my last good birthday. As you know, the good birthdays years are 13 (you become a teenager), 15 (you get your permit), 16 (you get to drive alone, and sometimes get a car), 17/18 (you get to vote and watch rated R movies, as if you didn't watch rated R movies before), and then 21. The rest of the milestones are just me getting old. Hehe, I'm such a ray of sunshine tonight. I guess I'm already an old grump.

P.S. Exactly two years ago today, Brandon and I talked online for the first time. There now, that's something to smile about.