26 Ounces, 26 Years. Hmmmm.

Well, another year another quasi-depressing blog post. Nothing too different from this year as compared to last year at this time (though, for some reason I've been thinking that I was older than I am for a while, so I've sort of been denied the full enjoyment of my actual age). As well, unlike when I turned 22, it's clear that the Canadian Hockey team isn't going to win on my birthday (though, maybe the curlers might). I'll be spending the day on an airplane to Saskatchewan. I'll probably arrange something celebratory after I get back. Fortunately, I'm debating with Samuel this weekend. He's always lucky on my birthdays.