Its my birthday!
Ever wake up feeling decidedly mischevious? Like you own the entire fucking world and can do anything damn thing you want? Like you are filled up with energy and can accomplish whatever you set out to do?
I did this morning. There is something about birthdays that just makes me want to go cause serious trouble. Tweak people's buttons. Point out pink elephants on tables that everyone ignores. Dress like a crazy person.
I know. I must be really wierd. Most folks don't like their birthday. But ya know, thats their problem - not mine! :}