I awoke from my birthday slumber, eager to attack a day I claimed for my own some 19 years ago.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and tried to force some sort of moisture into my dry morning mouth, visions of glorious birthday plans dancing through the sunrise grogginess (Okay, okay, it was like 10 am). I rolled over and flipped on my phone, as I always do first thing in the morning, and checked Twitter.
And there it was, as plain as can be, staring back at my (suddenly changing) giddy face. Continue reading