The Eve of Thirty

Where the fuck am I? Who Has the damn remote? Change this shit... This isn't how my 30th bithday should go. I imagined friends. Hanging out. A drink or two. In two hours, I will be a lonely drunk, celebrating her 30th birthday semi alone. The wife is reading a magazine, and the boy is off in his room. I with the dear folks at napster, a bottle of red, a bottle of white, screw you critics, I drank em both, my liver my birthday, i can cry if I want too....Sarah mClACHLAN SINGING , CAPS BECAUSE I AM DRUNK. uncaps because i realized . screw it it's just a day...