This past Saturday was my birthday and all I wanted after a crazy week of work (including a 4pm-6am shift) and school was to relax and spend time with my honey. Sleeping in a small luxury that to me is worth more than any presents so that was my first gift. Chocolate chip pancakes in bed, shopping and a wonderful dinner made having to work on my birthday not so tedious. My birthday toast consisted of hoping 24 would be the year I finally find a job where I can write. Here's hoping :) Cheers.