At around 2 AM this morning, while I was having a rather strange dream about a Catholic priest in a rocket-powered wheelchair, I turned 34. Thirty-three is nice. For the first few months, you can take comfort in the fact that you're still on the tail end of your first third of a century on the planet. Thirty-four is definitely over that hump. Add to that the notion that nobody has offered me tens of millions of dollars for one of my marketing ideas and 34 can get a bit depressing.
But I'm keeping my chin up, especially knowing Lauren and I will see several friends and family members this weekend for a celebration.