And Now We Are Thirty-Nine
I turn thirty-nine today. As is traditional, I am posting the first-thing-I-Do-On-My-Birthday-Ugly-Selfie, because no birthday is complete until my parents ring wondering why in hell I would put such a thing on the internet. This year, we celebrate the new reality of me and sleep: Occasionally, just for the hell of it, I will wake up and say Luke, I am your Father, just ’cause the breathing effects are right. It was about this point, last year, that I fell asleep while driving and finally got to the point that my doctor to thought hmmm, maybe sleep apnea? We should send you for tests. It took a really long time to get to that point, but I’m incredibly happy that shit got sorted out. Years of feeling like I was somehow broken, and suddenly there was a fix. Thirty-eight was a pretty good year, as a result. I look forward to thirty-nine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall go and celebrate my birthday
