Today is my 42nd birthday and I have yet to wake up.  I like to run away alone to some quiet corner of the world on my birthdays, but haven't been able to since I got married.  I wish I could be standing somewhere in Tibet right now, completely lost and grinning for no reason at all.

I want to be somewhere where I don't have to think about things like Bush, Iraq, Google, or Atom.  And I want to be there without hours of jet engine noise.  Maybe I want to get there in a merchant ship, puking across the Pacific and telling passing whales 'sorry but you piss in there too, don't ya?'

Why do I like to get away on my birthdays?  Well, I do get into a really weird mood in the first place, and I want to remember all of my birthdays by eccentric events.  Living the everyday life is like living in a mine, you can't tell what time it is without a watch.  It's like being told the wind outside is 30mph instead of feeling the wind on your face.  Being alone and somewhere I never been before lets me feel the 'wind' of life as it passes by.

Oh, heck.  Maybe when I retire, I'll pickup my travelling stick again.  Until then, bitching is all I'll be doing.