Tomorrow, the 18th, is another birthday. That makes today, the 17th, the last day of what has unquestionably been the worst year of my life to date. I can only pray that the piece of information I'm dreading today doesn't jump in and put a crowning slap in the face on this year. I'm well aware that there will be no celebration, no presents, or anything of the like this year, but I'd like to hope against hope that I get a piece of good news that lets me start my climb back up from somewhere rather than the news I dread dropping me all the way to the rock bottom.
Anyway, pages resuming today. I've taken too much time off as it is. The snow this weekend was a nice change, so at least there's that.