My last Sunday in Canada for 2007... how strange a feeling.
By this time next week I am in the UK and then 2008 rolls around - what is a calendar date, though? Besides a method to keep track of time rushing us by?
I hate "growing older". Every year my birthday makes its appearance, on time and to my dismay, and then according to paperwork I am "one year older". Yet I don't feel any different the day after, no wiser and certainly no happier to be that much closer to death. Bleh!
I vote that we all just choose an age we'd like to be, and stick to that.
Yeah. In a month I'm turning 29 :-)
Today a bunch of snow melted away thanks to very mild temps (went up to 7C!) and loads of rain. I smile. No shoveling! Had a very guffawish brunch with the gang - well I had a burger, it was still brunch though - and pretty much chilled out after that. A very lazy weekend... I'll probably regret it this week but meh.
Am I the only one who has to go in to work tomorrow?
Sigh. Sucks ass.
Still have some shopping to do, little things here and there for Wednesday's martini blowout and for my upcoming vacation chez Vegas, who has waaay spoiled me too much with prezzies from the sounds of it. Stubborn man. All I need is him but yet, he has his own mind about things. I might have to spank him or something. He he.