Six years ago my age was a prime number, it is again now, and it won't be for another four years after this.
Ok, since a year is not a slice of time that's not strictly true, but you get the idea.
I'd like to talk about work, but I won't.
Saturday we had a joint birthday party. Food, folks, fun.
Zoloft has side effects. The most annoying one is drowsiness. Nausea wears off, and I'm not nearly narcoleptic any more, but I am still drowsy. Of course, there's a good chance that's also due to getting crappy sleep lately.
That reminds me. I have a sleep study tonight. On my frickin' birthday. I have to be at the hospital at 8:30 tonight. How is that fun? Feh.
So maybe you think that I'm not in a good mood right now. You'd be right.