It’s August 19th, which means it’s my birthday (not LA’s birthday which is October 4). I’m another year older and another year wiser. I dread my birthday usually, but this year hasn’t been so bad. I’m not reaching any kind of landmark birthday, so according to Patton Oswald, I shouldn’t even be celebrating it. In fact I’m barely celebrating. I usually drink wine alone, and take a cry-bath (that really is tradition) but this year doesn’t seem like a cry-bath year. This year, along with last year, has been fantastic and worthy of a little celebrating.