32. today i turned 32, i guess. that’s what my myspace page tells me anyway. i still feel 31. or 25. or 18 for that matter. ms. k and i were discussing the other day that we both still pause and have to think about it when someone asks our age. at least i’m not alone in that. good thing, i was beginning to think that something was wrong with me.

last night G treated me to dinner. it was good, even if i forgot to order the boneless wings and wound up with tiny little carcasses on my plate. i get freaked out by animal bones. then we hit the thrift store and i found a shirt that looked like it was from the 50s. i love it. as i paid for it the lady at the register, who looked at least 50, said she remembered when her father wore shirts like it. i came home and attempted to watch SNL but fell asleep 5 minutes before it started. i woke up to showtime at the apollo and realized i slept through the entire show. having no DVR in my bedroom, rewinding was not an option.

i woke up to a birthday text from D. my favorite person in the whole wide world called me and sang to me. i opened her gift that had been waiting on me for the past week, i got some wool socks for work. my sister called, my aunt called, ms. k called, i spoke with my other aunt, and got a text from G. it was funny that i was pouting by 10:30 this morning because i thought everyone forgot me.

i spent the day watching my name is earl, 30 rock (slowly pushing how i met your mother and the office out of the #1 & # 2 comedy places in my heart). what? my heart is very specific. then grey’s anatomy and brothers & sisters, the appearance of emily van camp at the end deserves a post all of its own. finally i checked out half nelson which has been sitting here for well over a week. the little girl in that movie is adorable. and even as a junkie i still find ryan gosling seriously hot. i did a little online shopping with the serious abundance of giftcardage i got for my birthday and had some cake. i realize it sounds more like i described the birthday of an 82 year-old, but what can you do? a day away from work, spent in pajama bottoms, where people call to tell you that they love you can’t be wrong at all.

on the drive into work this morning my car and the bank clock both told me it was -3. i didn't need anything to tell me that, the fact that my car was still freezing as i pulled into my parking spot was a pretty good indicator. i could hear my coat crunching as i moved. i wore two pairs of socks today because my feet have been cold the last week or so. i touched the metal door and my fingers felt like they were burning. i wanted winter. i wanted some snow. i in no way signed up for this mess.