Wow, it's here again.

My birthday came 'round again to remind me that I'm closer to dying (much closer considering my negrotude). It's depressing. According to the plan I made in the forth grade I was suppose to be rich and the proud discoverer of eternal youth. But instead, I'm wincing at every reminder that I haven't accomplished my goals yet (the non immortality kind). I wish I wasn't reminded of this day (yes, I have to be reminded).

But on the upside, There a new episode of Lost today. And it's a Locke episode. Score! I really need a cool story about a man of faith right now.

Brooding of you,
Mr. Jordan