The Birthday That Cannot Be Named

Well, that snuck up on me.

I’m trying to be positive about the whole experience. A bacon sarnie, a cappuchino and R.E.M. saw me right this morning, and I now have a manifesto for my manhood.
ahem

“I’m breaking through
I’m bending spoons
I’m keeping flowers in full bloom
I’m looking for answers from the great beyond…”

thank you.

However, I am still prone to the odd moodswing.