Reflections on being a 20-year veteran of the ultimate game You know you're old when you begin to anticipate your birthdays with a sense of dread rather than joy. While I haven't approached that stage yet, still feeling a sense of glee this morning at realizing I survived 20 years, I felt oddly content with the lack of celebration this year. After all, my birthday, while no doubt a momentous occasion that was so energetically demanding that a shuttle had to blow up in the atmosphere and a nuclear reactor had to melt to make way for me on this planet, my birthday has already come 19 times and thus can't really be that unique. This is not to say that I won't welcome any celebrations that come my way; just that, for now, I consider studying for my upcoming bio lab a perfectly fine way to spend my birthday. Sheesh, I AM getting old. The day I really dread is when the number of candles needed to signify my age conquer my windpower at said age. (I am aware that windpower is not a real word; dont' get all english-y on me :P ) If my birthday has taught me one thing, though, it is that people who haven't talked to me in ages or ever will have something nice to say. And that makes it all worthwhile.  ¶ 5:34 PM