Today, I'm 32.



This morning it took me 3 hours to get to work because of "security alerts" (read: bomb threats) at various stations and several disruptions. So I took a break from trying to get to work to have breakfast in a restaurant and buy a new mobile phone. Was taken to a lovely lunch by the department and am having drinks with friends tonight.



I'm a bit blue about it all. I miss my friends and family, and it's really the first time that I haven't had a big celebration on my birthday. And I'm feeling ambivalent about getting older, more tired, less adventurous, etc.



I think that's the thing about birthdays: they're uplifting and depressing at the same time.