On the cusp

Today is my 29th birthday. Housemates and friends have given me lovely presents, and I've bought myself a few as well. The wonderful Heather bought me a chess set (because I don't know how to play, but would like to), two great CDs, and tickets to see the comedian Margaret Cho when she visits Brisbane in July. Also, Heather is also taking me out to dinner tonight, so I am both spoiled and excited.

I was feeling a little bit funny about being 29, until I mentioned it to Angela at work today. She said something along the lines of: 'Why feel strange about being 29? What's the alternative? Being dead?'

This is, I think, a good point. Angela also suggested that I use the day as an excuse to over-indulge. So that's what I'm going to do right now . . .