Another year older

So I celebrated the b-day a couple days ago (1/4 century baby), and I honestly was dreading the day. Not because of the age thing – more of the isolation thing (geographically and self-induced). I seriously thought that it would be a good day if I could make it through without spontaneously springing a leak. Wow, it was quite the opposite turn of events. During my pathology lab (1/2 the class is there), somehow one of my group members found out, and wished me happy b-day over the mic (I thought I had my blushing problem under control), it was so nice! Anyways, even though it was supposed to be an off day from the gym, I gave in for a good run – heck it was my birthday (yeah yeah, I’m addicted to endorphins so what). That evening, I was really just content to study in my room and was even looking forward to treating myself to an early bedtime after a long week - when there was a knock on my door. My roommates and friends had a cake, and were singing ‘happy birthday’ (the only thing missing was the stripper) – I was so surprised!!! I haven’t felt that warm fuzzy feeling in my heart for a while. I felt so flattered, and moved (sigh).
And yeah, I know that was a moment of mushiness (deal with it).

As you can see, even though I am getting older my lung capacity is in peak condition.