My birthday arrived and left. I'm now forty-two years old. I'm not getting older. Rather, I'm getting younger. At least, that's what I'm telling myself everyday. I shoveled the driveway to my Biologic Mom's house twice. Once yesterday and again today. I've been living with my biologic Mom since April 2009. I'll be able to get my own apartment up and running again when I finally pay off the college student loans I owe the United States Government. Government college student loans was needed to attend college classes at Franklin University. I'm taking a brief break from college classes as I try to navagate the economic recession.
And so I've turned forty-two. I'm one year older than I was last week. I missed out on the chance to be born on Valentines Day and ended up being born on President's Day instead. It's not normal for President's Day to be held on February 15. Normally President's Day is either on George Washington's Birthday or Abraham Lincoln's birthday. Any motivation for a three day weekend is still a good motivation for relaxation. There will be plenty of time to job hunting when Tuesday arrives twenty-four hours later.
