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First and foremost, thank you all for your best birthday wishes. Let me tell you, and this becomes truer every year, that I really don't feel any older. I am equally as immature as I was last week, I shower every bit as infrequently, and have yet to make millions in the stock market (or however people make millions anyway). Yes not much has changed. The monotony of my routine is staggering. I have been meaning to do laundry for nearly a week now and let me tell you, things don't look good for tomorrow either. I rather feel like a cheetah I remember seeing at the Lincoln Park Zoo while visiting Chicago which had worn a circular path around a large log, pacing ever forward yet ending up right where it started. In it's eyes I saw the envy of those outside it's caged existence. Olympia is my cage and this house my log.

With the coming summer things should be different. New work, new destinations, new times with good friends await me. Fuck Olympia! Hooray!

This weekend I cross the mountains to visit my parents. Cake, ice cream, good 'ol sitting around with the fam. After all is said and done perhaps I'll actually feel like a milestone in age has been achieved. As of now it hardly feels as though I've had a birthday at all. In celebration I took work off, did some homework, and played some vids. It was without a doubt the least eventful, or meaningful birthday in memory. I am beginning to realize that at some point what does it really matter? One more trip around the sun. As arbitrary as anything else I suppose.

That's all for now, nighty-night.

Randall