Two days until my birthday and I'm really trying hard to not think about it - but it could explain why I am so incredibly cranky (mother issues - meaning issues with my mother not my being a mother..but that could also be true). That and finding out my guitar instructor was born in 1984. 188.8.131.52.
I mean come on - I could be his mother! A really young hip mother, but his mother.
My life is feeling like one big Orwellian nightmare.