Day 1: Birthday frosting
So I'm 37 now. Last year was probably the closest I've come to dying, so I'm feeling my mortality more than normal of late. As a heart attack survivor who still leads a super-high-stress lifestyle, really, what are the chances I'm going to make it to 72? Which means my life is probably more than half over. And what do I have to show for it? Besides a huge collection of beautiful artistic photos that I've taken, most of which no one has ever seen, and a network of friends and loved ones who all care about me and will be despondent when I die? Okay, I guess that's not actually that bad. Still, though, let's get on that install-my-mind-in-a-robot-body plan, 'cause I'm clearly past my expiration date. Just the one that grocery stores put on so they can sell products faster, not the one that actually indicates I need to be thrown out, but still.
I took the day off and celebrated my birthday with a trip to the DMV. Original plan was DMV, then photoshoot with Anna, but Anna needed to hit the DMV too, so we ended up going together, and it took too long, and so she had to leave for *her* birthday celebrations.
I did get to do a photoshoot with Brittani, though, so that was cool.
After that shoot, Bridget and I went and played Superfight with Jessica and Sutter and made/ate some birthday cake. Superfight is my new favorite game, and I want people to come play it with me.
According to Jessica, this was the best frosting she's ever made.
Day 1: Birthday frosting
So I'm 37 now. Last year was probably the closest I've come to dying, so I'm feeling my mortality more than normal of late. As a heart attack survivor who still leads a super-high-stress lifestyle, really, what are the chances I'm going to make it to 72? Which means my life is probably more than half over. And what do I have to show for it? Besides a huge collection of beautiful artistic photos that I've taken, most of which no one has ever seen, and a network of friends and loved ones who all care about me and will be despondent when I die? Okay, I guess that's not actually that bad. Still, though, let's get on that install-my-mind-in-a-robot-body plan, 'cause I'm clearly past my expiration date. Just the one that grocery stores put on so they can sell products faster, not the one that actually indicates I need to be thrown out, but still.
I took the day off and celebrated my birthday with a trip to the DMV. Original plan was DMV, then photoshoot with Anna, but Anna needed to hit the DMV too, so we ended up going together, and it took too long, and so she had to leave for *her* birthday celebrations.
I did get to do a photoshoot with Brittani, though, so that was cool.
After that shoot, Bridget and I went and played Superfight with Jessica and Sutter and made/ate some birthday cake. Superfight is my new favorite game, and I want people to come play it with me.
According to Jessica, this was the best frosting she's ever made.