Happy birthday to me...

Well, another year has gone by. Not a whole lot has changed from this time last year. Still working. Still living in Manchester. Still single.

It’s funny, but this feels less like my birthday than any one I can remember. Right now, I’m actually getting ready to go to work, something I haven’t done on my birthday, I honestly think ever.

Oh well, hopefully the Bulls will give me a birthday present by beating the Pistons and forcing a decisive game 7 (then maybe tomorrow the Cavs can give me a late birthday present by, I don’t know, actually caring for once and finishing off the Nets).

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