Happy birthday to me...one step closer to the grave. So, for some reason, I felt like just crawling into a hole and not coming out yesterday. Went to work. Did some work. Left work. It rained. Umbrella no use--got soaked. Got home. Crawled into bed. Then, the SO insisted on dragging me out to do something because it was my b-day. Went to see Pirates of the Carribean--fancy that, a movie based on a ride. I was looking forward to it actually, but it became tiresome. Johnny Depp was very funny in it, though.