I suppose that it is because tomorrow is "Buy Me A Present Day." As much as I like to deny it, I know that tomorrow there will be yet another year tacked onto my age. I look into the mirror and a middle aged woman looks back at me. I do not recognise her. Surely she could not be ME! The whole aging thing scares the hell out of me. I don't want to do it. Just let me be twenty-nine for one more year...
Maybe the present thing will make me feel better. Presents are good. Maybe someone will get me something like this...
Or this...
I seriously doubt it though. They are playing in Vegas tomorrow, and I can't be there. WAAAAAAAAH!
I really need to quit feeling sorry for myself...