So, the first day of my 48th year. Started off hurting. That kept on, an underlying theme of the day. I then decided I needed to do some cleaning in the kitchen, before I made breakfast and my birthday cake (decided on pineapple upside-down cake this year). I managed to bring the wire rack down on myself. This proceeded to make me sad. I then recollected myself and reassembled the rack. Made my waffles and my cake. FINALLY It was about 11 before I ate. Not great As I drove to work today, I hit a little bird. :( I don't think I killed it, which is kinda worse. Just hurt it. :'( Poor lil thing... When I got to work, the credit card machine started taking a literal minute to process. That was obnoxious. So, yeah. Happy Birthday, me. John just made my day! Happy Birthday alarm.. :D