Today’s my birthday, and I’m 21 again.
We celebrated yesterday at the local pizzaria with friends. I got some lovely presents, ate too much and drank too much and thoroughly enjoyed myself. It took most of the evening to recover.
Today I seem to have spent most of the day running around keeping appointments and submitting short stories, but that’s OK, because yesterday was great.
Only I really must get back to work on the novel. I haven’t done a thing since November.
