Another year closer to death

Hey hey, it's my birthday! Though of course, nobody is yet aware that this blog even exists, so by the time you read it-- if ever-- it'll be old news. You'll be like, "Hey Paul, happy birthday," and I'll be all, "What? Who? Birth-whatzit? Put down the crack pipe, Sir Drugsalot."

Twenty-five. The big 2-5. I'm as old as five five-year-olds, but far less annoying. I've gotten a heck of a present today-- the Orioles aren't playing. I couldn't ask for anything more.

So far, 25 feels an awful lot like 24. But I get the feeling that big changes are in store this year. Oh yes, big changes. I mean, look at me-- I'm posting in a blog. That's new! Next stop, world domination.

Anyway, just thought I'd mention that. You may now commence with your normal lives, nonexistent readers.