It's my birthday.
It will be my birthday for the next 24 hours.
I am 45 years old today.
I am of the belief that sitting and suffering in silence on your birthday, hoping people will remember, maybe call, or send you a card or even an e-mail, is a complete and utter waste of time.
I believe you should tell everyone you know.
Birthdays aren't necessarily magical the older you get in terms of goodies, and prizes, and general silliness.
But being alive for one more year? I can't think of anything better. Not one single thing.
I've been on the planet for 45 frickin' years.
I am beyond grateful to everyone and everything that has come together to allow this to happen.