Day 391

So I turned 27 today (if you stretch the meaning of today to acknowledge the 'I'm still awake so its still today' theory of time). This seems sort of like an absurdly large number. I seem to be swiftly approaching dinosaur age (aka 30, as I like to tease Husband). 

So we ran a couple errands, including such important things as picking up a hold at the library, going to Costco, and getting my birthday present. But mostly we sat around the house and read books and watched tv and ate pizza. And drank wine. And stared dreamily at John Green, wondering why he is not my friend already. Or our friend, since Husband apparently also has this problem. We both have a monumental friend crush on John Green. There needs to be a better word for that. 

Anyway, Birthday Intravaganza = Success.

Now we just have to try to make our sleep schedule slightly less bass-ackwards before Monday.