Another year older

So my birthday's this weekend. Entering the Jesus year, and I feel like I should be somewhere else in my life. Last year this time, my mom came down to watch The Boy so E and I could take a trip. A couple of my friends who also have birthdays this weekend are going to try and get me to go out tonight, and there will be boys I'll have to talk to. God, what a horrible prospect.

But then Dwight Yoakam comes on the iPod, and the rain starts to fall harder, and somehow I feel better. I might have to just turn off the phone and spend the weekend on the couch in a Kurosawa marathon. Or, you know, CI.