Well, I have to tell you. I had a lovely birthday. YAAAAAAYYYYY!!! Work was great - my work friends all decorated my cubical with streamers, balloons, and signs. I got a Starbucks gift certificate (Vanilla lattes...mmm), beef jerky, and cards. I had an absolutely WONDERFUL lunch and incredible flowers - just BEAUTIFUL, sweet, thoughtful flowers. A great writer wrote a poem just for me! My coworkers took me out to dinner. SO good. Then we went to St. Nicks and got a little drunky. My friend drove my car home, no drunk driving for me. I was in bed and passed out by 11:20pm. I LOVE going to bed early. Tonight I'm going to hang out with some other friends. So, I'm extending my birthday to today. It was the perfect, simple birthday.

I'm in serious need of gatorade, so I'm headed to 7-11. Just wanted to let you know it was a really great day. Thank you all for your emails. I feel good. That feels wonderful.

I'm going to add to this entry. I've always been torn by the idea of living in a small town versus the big city. Well, not torn in the sense that I've actually debated on whether or not to move to the country, but I've always been romanced by the idea. I'm watching Doc Hollywood, and this movie always makes me think about how great it would be to live in their town. I just feel like you'd live longer in a place like that. Somewhere beautiful - giant trees, ponds, lakes, safety, security. The kind of place where your kids can run around at night, and the only thing you worry about is their tripping over a tree root. Just sounds nice there because it doesn't seem like money matters - life does. There isn't "stuff" to have. You have your home, and there's a community, and people celebrate the tiny things. There's no crazy competition and coldness like you find in a city. It just seems like one can relax. It sounds like peace.

I am a city lover though too, and I could never be too far from tall buildings, but I just always wonder about how great small town living would be.