So, I am turning 30 (I think I just threw up a little from actually seeing the number in print) tomorrow and I feel about as excited about the prospect as it looks like I felt about being born (althought it could very well be that I am making that face because of the ridiculous bonnet I am wearing).

I am pretty sure that what happens tomorrow is that I simply expire. So if you don't hear from me anymore, then that's where I am. Dead.