It would appear that my birthday is quickly approaching. In eleven days I'll be thirty six. Now, I hadn't felt old until very recently when Charlie was born. Thank you, James and Lily, for making me feel old. I have the desire to do something for my birthday, considering I haven't actually done anything in the past few years; however, I haven't a clue as to what I'd like to do besides spend it with my friends.
And would it be too much to ask to not have any dreams between now and then?