I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday, because you're evil and you lie

E-word,

I am 33 years old today. The years pass, and the good years and bad years all kind of blend together. I remember thinking, gosh, 31 was a good year, and 30 was a bad year, but now they all seem the same. I can't even remember my 29th year all that well without concentrating on it.

Birthdays have become unremarkable days, though I still remember feeling like a ton of weight was dropped on my shoulders when I turned 30. I was not dating anyone, and my parents had decided to live in Seoul permanently. They sold the family house. Both of my brothers got married during my 30s. We went to the Grand Canyon in my 30th year. I made out with a stripper at a strip club in my 30th year. Funny the things I remember.

Anyway, yes. Today is unremarkable. My wife is working her butt of in NY, and I'll be taking the train up there tomorrow afternoon. We're going to a highly rated sushi restaurant (Sushi of Gari) very close to our studio for my birthday dinner tomorrow night, and I'm going to buy some tax software to start filing to get my refund. Woohoo, good times, good times.

Toe