Today I complete my 19th year of existence on this great Earth
And here I am, mashing out code in a pseudo-cubicle. What happened to this birthday parties I used to get? The presents? The adoration of your peers? What am I doing at work?!? I need to get out of here!
A quick recount of this year's events, in approximate chronological order:
I better get back to work. The boss
might be dropping by any minute, and the birthday boy
excuse will get me nowhere. I will celebrate this occassion later in the day by kicking some chigger