So yes, today was the twenty-first anniversary of my first breath. It, much like new years, passed without much fanfare or hooplah. Some of my friends did think enough of me to call, but I've gotten to the point that I just really don't care. It's a day, just like any other, and I certainly don't feel more enlightened today than I did yesterday. What magic is it about today that makes me wise enough to purchase alcohol and/or handguns? If I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Jeff C.
P.s. Apparently there was a complete infrastructure failure, Apple seems to be running short of iBooks and won't be shipping my order until next week. Bastards....
