The saddest part is that I feel like I've completely wasted the last year of my life. Being twenty-three is being one year removed from university. In that time I haven't accomplished a thing. I got laid off from my job, I had to move back in with my parents, I sat around unemployed for months working the occasional shitty temp job, and now I work an even shittier semi-permanent job for low pay and no respect. Not only have I wasted a year, but I think there was a bit of regression involved.

Well, tonight I forget all that. I have to work 3-7 this afternoon. After that, I'll come home, eat dinner, and my aunt and uncle might come over for some cake. Then the night really begins, because then I go out and hit the bars. This will be me first year hitting really hitting the bars on my birthday. Needless to say, I secured the services of Corey to be my designated driver.