what can i say but that i'm getting older on top of that this past Friday i turned thirty. normally every year (since 20) my birthday has left me depressed as i thought of all the things i have yet to accomplish. this was a reoccurring theme to my birthdays for the last decade but this year was different. i spent most of my birthday at work and then Saturday i had a double shift and worked just over 12 hours. it's not that mind the time i really need the hours nowadays. what really caused me distress this weekend was not that i'd turned 30 or that i didn't really celebrate. what got to me was that yesterday in a moment of carelessness i injured my self with a hedge trimmer. i knew that i was unfamiliar with the tool having never used it of any no manual hedge clippers before but still i left myself relax and as i tried to trim a set of branches lower on the bush the trimmer bounced back and two of my fingers were cute. let me assure you i still have the fingers. heck i'm, typing with them now albeit not very well with one of them. what mortified me more thee the injury was that after it happened and i'd tended to the wound a hundred reasons why it would never have happened ran through my mind. i'm grateful that it wasn't worse but in all honesty it should never have happened in the first place. i'm far too old to be as careless as i was yesterday and it shows