No longer in the “26-35” bracket, I now dwell in the worrying “36-THE GRAVE” demographic part of forms. And I’ve been filling plenty of those in recently.
Yes, it was my birthday the other day, and it was swamped by all the other stuff like preparing to start a new job, moving to a new flat in a new country, figuring out a new banking system and so on.
I went for a nice dinner with Cassie to celebrate, but between it being a weeknight, and all the serious shit we had to discuss, it wasn’t much of a par-tay, despite the waiters putting a candle in my ice cream and singing a Spanish birthday song. I’ll be celebrating properly on Friday, and I intend to let LA know I’m here.