Classic birthday fashion.. family and friends sans those not exiting bodily fluids from two or more orifices.

I guess they call it the 'golden bday' when your age and your day line up. Interesting. It's funny to see some people get worked up over their date of births while I am apprehensive and distracted by all the other crap rolling around me. Pops and his new job.. getting him to work for a while until he gets his driving legs back... work and this whole shift at work while trying to fix the crap rolling around in the new system. Grr... and the usual New Years unknown plans... the general disdain for the month and a half holiday season... It wears a man down.

So it goes.

On a brighter note I am down one of five cds of Hunter S Thompson's audio logs. Good shit. Damn Hells Angels are crazy folk.

I should peruse back to last year and see what New Years resolutions I failed to achieve. Yeppie!