33. I have an hour and fifteen minutes before I turn 33.

Do you know what's sadder than turning 33? Turning 33 alone. I'm sitting here, watching t.v. And there doesn't seem to be anything interesting on. I want to stay as sane as possible in this day and age, but I'm constantly being battered, torn down and thrown away. It's a theme in my life that doesn't seem to be getting any easier to cope with. My desires are unimportant and my life is on the verge of being meaningless. So, as I contemple my existence, what can I possible say to myself to keep me moving? It turns out that this test was a lot harder than I anticipated. As my fingers hurt as I type this on my phone, my spirit hurts as it moves forward through time.

Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to Jesus.
Happy birthday to me.

I hope everyone has a special day tomorrow. Wake up with the Sun and enjoy the light from within, and the light from without.