29 to 30

Today is my thirtieth birthday. And I have to say, I'm not too fussed about turning thirty. When I was little, I cried every night before my birthday. I sobbed and mourned the passing of every year that meant that my childhood was slipping away. And I think getting all that out of my system at an early age really helped a lot! So, Happy Birthday to me, Jane Austen, and Beethoven! Of course, they're both dead, so I'll just eat their share of the apple pie.