So, I’m officially twenty-five years old and I’m not quite sure how I feel about being closer to the age of thirty than twenty. The major plan is to get in some sleep after my morning shift then who knows what’s going to happen after that. I frankly have no idea how the day is going to go after having a puppy left on my porch as an early gift. Maybe I’ll end up splurging and buy myself some new art supplies. The options are endless! I mostly just don’t want to be yelled at while at work. Here’s hoping it’s a happy freakin’ birthday to me.