tick tock

Today I’m 37. I’m pretty cool with this, despite my many jokes about death’s unstoppable pursuit. I told everybody there was no need to make a fuss - after all we did our real celebration the previous week in Chicago. But all the same, the kids woke up early and baked me a cake, they sang happy birthday, and I launched another year of weird, small goals to tackle.


Look at these kiddos!

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