Guess what today is? That’s right: it’s my BIRTHDAY!
Oh, I love my birthday. I love it so much, you’d think we were having pony rides and cotton candy. And that I was turning nine, instead of twenty-nine. Although actually, I was a lot more serious — and felt older — when I was nine. I’m getting sillier as the years go on, a circumstance which will hopefully keep me fresh-faced and happy in the nursing home one day.