It's my birthday. Today I turn thirty-one years old. I'm no longer depressed about being in my thirties, and I haven't been for a while.

For my birthday I got two gifts. One good and one bad. The good gift was a palm-top computer, which I'm using to write this very daylog. (That's why it's so short!)

The bad gift, I got last night. My girlfriend informed me that she was not only moving out of state, but she already had moved.

Isn't that a fine how do you do?

As an added bonus, she did this over the phone - on my answering machine.

I probably could have dealt better with a good old-fashioned break-up, it's not like I wasn't expecting it - we'd been having problems. But breaking up with my answering machine was a pretty shitty way to do it. I had thought that at least she respected me.

Bleah! I hate whining. Did I mention I got a palm-top!?