Uneventful

What is it about birthdays that makes me feel so weird? No one at work remembered it was my birthday so life went on like it was any other day, but I felt like I was lying or something. Maybe lying isn't the right word. It was more like I wasn't telling the whole truth. Now that I'm home I still feel funny. I'll be glad when today is over. Tick tock tick tock.

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
~from "What's Up" by 4 Non Blondes