Not that I expected any differently, but today was just another day. I worked on my birthday, which is a first in the past few years. It just wasn't worth taking a single vacation day in the middle of the week. Hell, I even mowed the lawn and did some other work around the house. I fixed a dinner of ribeye steak, french fries, and a nice green salad, which is one of my favorite meals.

I suppose I could consider that last weekend was my birthday celebration--after all, I did party it up with some good friends--or I could use this weekend as another excuse to live it up. ;)