soundtrak: john b :: without you

as i type, it is 8:10am on the day of my birth. it’s freezing rain outside, everybody (including schools) are opening two hours later yet i’m still at work. i’m eating a breakfast of 5 different cereals mixed for my enjoyment. my second toe on my right foot is swollen after i slipped going upstairs last night on the wooden floor. it hurts like hell and my 2 year old sneaker is not making it feel any better.

all i want for my birthday is a grad school interview. let us pray and hope. more later.

peace.