Happy Birthday, Me. 31.

"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
(Pinky) Whoof, oh, I'd have to say the odds of that are terribly slim, Brain.
(Brain) True.
(Pinky) I mean, really, when have I ever been pondering what you've been pondering?
(Brain) To my knowledge, never.
(Pinky) Exactly. So, what are the chances that this time, I'm pondering what you're pondering?
(Brain) Next to nil.
(Pinky) Well, that's exactly what I'm thinking, too.
(Brain) Therefore, you *are* pondering what I'm pondering.
(Pinky) Poit, I guess I am!

http://www.sph.umich.edu/~rwatt/ponderin.htm

In other news, I am pondering the fact that come 11:58 PM, I will officially be 31. 31 years ago today, I survived.

Dragging

It.
Will.
Not.
End.

But I make do. It is all I can do.