Well, today is the day I turn 30. I thought it would hit me harder, but I'm fine so far. I got up, went back to bed, cried all day. Yep, I'm coping.
If anything finally being 30 is good, because now I'm growing into my own hair-loss.
I was thinking about what I would want on my birthday. And my wish is that there is no terrorism today. Not because I'm being nice. Imagine how rubbish it would be if a big bomb thing went off and your birthday became one of 'those dates' people use.
MAN: Oh, when's your birthday?
ME: It's 10-01.
MAN: Ooooh, 10-01, that was such a shame. Terrible what happened.
I'd be like, "Erm, we were talking about me. Focus, where's my present?"
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