Birthday Approaches…

Well, it’s right around the corner, I will no longer be able to be trusted. That’s what I recall my mother telling me when I was young, never trust anybody over the age of thirty. But why? Why trust anyone under that age for that matter? I don’t know anymore. Lately I’ve been getting into that birthday funk though, it’s not very fun and it’s been wearing me out. It seems that most years I feel this way around my birthday, maybe I have SAD or maybe I’m just CRAZY? Wait, am I crazy? I have often wondered this while I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my wife lately has grown to dislike this part of me but it’s oddly calming to me. I feel at ease and relaxed, I am guessing it’s because these feelings of late have been breaking me down and causing me to sputter out, knock and ping like so much poor octane. Whatever it is I wish it was over, I look forward to March and February isn’t even here yet?! I sometimes which I could skip February because it’s my birth month, but that wouldn’t really do much but prevent me from numerically reaching life milestones, hope there’s not another kidney stone right around the corner. At any rate, I have a ceiling to stare at for a few minutes so later people.