it's my burfday.

Tuesday. 11:27. I never thought I'd make it to thirty. Many people don't. Pour one out bra.

I'm going to take Jack to the train and to the horses. In a few. Maybe in half and h. I will be eating some sweet pastrami sandwichies with my fam this evening too. And I leave for DC this week. I may go see Strasburg pitch seven no-hitters or I may go hang with Bethancourt and maybe get adventurous and groove up to Philly and see E and M Dawgsessions.

I will also probably right now take a shower.