here's your gravy: They say it's (almost) your birthday...

Howdy!

It's my last day as a 37-year-old person. I've been awake less than an hour and these are some of the thoughts I've had:

ZOMG! I GET PRESENTS TOMORROW!!1!

I should take myself out for tea and cake later. And write poetry and draw!

38. One step closer to 40! And death.

Presennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnntssssssssssssss!

So, you know. I'm conflicted. Mildly. Mostly in a "38? Really?! I feel 28!" kind of way. Therefore it's helpful that I have decided to reclaim my 20s and will be telling everyone at work on Monday that I turned 23 over the weekend. Most of them will know it to be a lie but I am kinda hoping I can trick at least one person. Hi, I'm Maxine and I have no other hobbies!

This has been a pretty amazing year. Last year at this time, I was in my seventh month of working for Vox, which had officially made me a professional writer. As that wrapped up three months later, I found my way back to permanent full-time work at Kata, which has been an amazing place to work. I've learned so much since April. I'm actually looking forward to work on Monday, in part because I made my weekly quota for the first time ever and floated out the door on a cloud of success and happy on Thursday evening.

I don't have huge plans tomorrow, mostly because I couldn't really think of anything to do that really flipped my switch. I considered bowling (regular and duckpin) but nixed the idea because neither seemed that thrilling. Case in point, I can go bowling each and every day of the week. I wanted to do something SPECIAL. So I'm going to brunch with King V, Queen S, and a few other friends. The hatches, you must batten them down before we all blow the fuck away.

My original plan was to go see strippers as I had done with Vox employees back in February (something my archives tell me I didn't blog about), but after finding out a Kata coworker has picked up a second job dancing at a local club, I lost interest. That's just a lot more information than I care to know about my fellow writers. I also wasn't so sure I wanted my friends to see me drunk and getting a lap dance. I mean, I'm going to be 38. That means I'm PRACTICALLY grown up. Time to crack down and be SERIOUS, you guyz.