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Age Ain't Nothing But a Number
Feb. 10th, 2004 10:22 amAlready this morning I have:
1) slept in.
2) missed open surgery (will have to go tomorrow).
3) turned 27.
No, admittedly, it's not old. My mother, when we met last night, seemed to be trying to get a reaction out of me by pointedly stating (at least twice) that I will soon be thirty. Sorry; three years still feels like a long time and if I'm going to worry about it at all (which I will try like hell not to do), I'll worry about it when it happens.
Of course, this is Mum, who gave me one of those phonic birthday cards which shouted "Happy Birthday" at me in the middle of a (thankfully empty, bar the sushi chef) restaurant. Also the woman who gave me the Why You Should Quit Smoking speech ... immediately after I told her I'm quitting tomorrow. (Abstinence on one's birthday is verboten, I've decided.) Mum, particularly when she's on the sauce, is a little bit silly.
Today, I am going to print out that short story and post it out to The 3rd Alternative. Well, I have to draft a cover letter first, which is the bitch, but I've got the time, even if it's because of illness, and it's best not to waste it. It's really about time I got started, no? There's some other things need doing but after that, Andy P's got us tickets for "When Harry Met Sally" at the theatre he works in (he's house crew; theatre types and geeks seem to be the norm in my life). What a birthday present. ^_^
1) slept in.
2) missed open surgery (will have to go tomorrow).
3) turned 27.
No, admittedly, it's not old. My mother, when we met last night, seemed to be trying to get a reaction out of me by pointedly stating (at least twice) that I will soon be thirty. Sorry; three years still feels like a long time and if I'm going to worry about it at all (which I will try like hell not to do), I'll worry about it when it happens.
Of course, this is Mum, who gave me one of those phonic birthday cards which shouted "Happy Birthday" at me in the middle of a (thankfully empty, bar the sushi chef) restaurant. Also the woman who gave me the Why You Should Quit Smoking speech ... immediately after I told her I'm quitting tomorrow. (Abstinence on one's birthday is verboten, I've decided.) Mum, particularly when she's on the sauce, is a little bit silly.
Today, I am going to print out that short story and post it out to The 3rd Alternative. Well, I have to draft a cover letter first, which is the bitch, but I've got the time, even if it's because of illness, and it's best not to waste it. It's really about time I got started, no? There's some other things need doing but after that, Andy P's got us tickets for "When Harry Met Sally" at the theatre he works in (he's house crew; theatre types and geeks seem to be the norm in my life). What a birthday present. ^_^
