So that time of year comes around again, the biological calender completes another round. Tomarrow is my birthday. I thought the general consensus was birthdays were happy days, chalk up onther year of life lived and all that. Somehow its never been quite like that for me. Not that I have a fear of getting old mind you. Perhaps its all the things I know I didn't accomplish in the past year and wish I had. Ah well, *raises glass* here's to another birthday, I guess.