I usually am cheerful on the day of my birth, because I like parties and celebrating. But this is one I'd rather not even acknowledge.
Why is it that, when your age is a number followed by a "0," it feels like the means to an end? Gah.
So, I'm not posting a picture of me when I was little like I usually do (well, except last year when I forgot). I'm not going to quote the Beatles in my post title this year. I'm planning on moping around all day until it's over.
No, I'm not depressed or angst-ridden. Just... hmmm... not into it, I guess. Last night, I just kept thinking that I wanted to skip the whole day entirely. Since that wasn't an option, I'm just going to treat this like any other day.
On a lighter, cheerier note, stinkypaw is a great Bloggy Friend! :-)