As I sit in this recliner, listening to the clock tick, and my friends breathing deep, I wonder to myself, about celebrating birthdays. I started off the day great by playing a really fun game called Quelf till about 1 or 1:30 this morning. However, after being warned by a friend that the roads will not be drivable for some time, I suddenly wish I had gone home last night. Why? You ask? I'll tell you why. It is becuase celebrating a day just for you, only happens once a year. This day is when you get spoiled by breakfast in bed, and lounge around doing those things that you want to do. And as much as I love playing with my friends, I can hear the clock ticking away the day. My day. I would like nothing more right now than to be at home, smelling the french toast as it cooks on the griddle. Instead I'm sitting in a strange house, watching the snow fall through the broken window blinds in the dark. Ha ha on a lighter note, it's my Birthday! And I probablay shouldn't mention the fact that I am old because this is supposed to be a lighter note :) Oh well I'll just stop there and play on facebook while I wait for everyone to wake up.