Here I am at the airport waiting on
qmole and
lork007. Google txt screwed me telling me their flight was on time and not an hour late. Fortunately, time is killed much more easily with an iPhone.
Facebook tells me it's my birthday (I can't keep track of these things without it). Additionally a little math: 2008-1978 yields a nice round number. I suppose I should wax philosophic or something, but it doesn't feel that profound. I'm just happy that there are some pretty cool ppl and things in my life right now, and I'll be able to celebrate with them.
Life is good as I enter decade #4.
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