I received a parcel post card in the mail, telling me to pick up a package at the post office in my new town. First of all, I didn't know we had a post office. Secondly, I had no clue where it would be. To Google maps I went, and I followed its directions exactly.
Is this some kind of joke?
I was informed tonight that there are two roads with the same name, and naturally I went to the wrong one. Sheesh. I'll pick up my package tomorrow.
I made the drive to one of the colleges I attended to see if I could trim down my illustration and bristol boards. I appreciate that these people still let me in the building, much less in the cutting room. Art shenanigans await!
I wore my tardis shirt while eating a biscuit.
(Don't mess with my biscuit.)
(Just kidding. I'd share my biscuit with you.)
I also wore my tardis socks and eventually changed into my fuzzy jammies.
A few birthday goodies.
I also went to the library in my hometown and ran into my stepdad of all people. He's not a selfie kinda guy, thus no pic. We chatted for a few minutes and he went on to run his errands.
I appreciate all the happy birthday wishes on Facebook. I have some really nice folks in my life and I'm grateful.
Every day is a challenge, but things could be a lot worse. I'm okay with pushing 40 because I know how lucky I am to have made it this far. I realize the average "normal" person doesn't necessarily understand that, but that's fine. I get it, and when it comes to one's own perspective, that's what matters.