It's my birthday,
It's my birthday. I'm 26, and in the last year of my mid-twenties. I've got three years of late-twenties to look forward to, and then... I don't know, mummification or something.
It's been a crazy weekend, and I've got a lot of mixed emotions (not related to my birthday; just a lot of different stuff). This morning at church lots of people asked me "how's it going?", but I could only respond I don't know
. And that's the truth.
I didn't get a lot of sleep last night -- for various reasons -- and I've been feeling melancholy all day. We sang some Christmas songs this morning and I was fighting not to cry, although I'm not exactly sure why.
Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't be writing about this on the internet; I'm going to ruin my suave reputation. The above image, taken from a video of my 10th birthday, sums up my mood nicely.
Ok, it's time for a nap.