This is the first birthday that's sitting heavily with me--it feels substantial and scary, which is why I'm trying to disguise it as "fun."
At 10:30 last night, I suddenly felt anxious about Tommie turning 30, as if he might drop dead the second it happened and I told him he should be spending his last hour doing something crazy--he should go to a strip club or something! He said I wasn't making him feel better. So, his last moments of youth were spent doing work on his computer and yelling at me for taking annoying pictures.
And just like that, we're halfway through 30 to 30!