I know I have been horribly neglectful of you recently and I apologise for that. I've been spending most of my time on Tumblr lately. I'm sorry, but the Doctor Who gifs have drawn me in and refuse to let me go. Also all the pictures of Alex Kingston's boobs. Not that I'm shallow or anything.
But anyway. Today is my birthday, and of course I could not allow it to pass by without regaling you with my now infamous epic poem of birthday brilliance:
Alas, tis not to be my fate
To remain the age of twenty-eight
I must submit to the march of time
Now that I am twenty-nine
Just one more year left of being in my twenties. I feel like I should be curled into a ball sobbing about my lost youth or something.
That'll probably happen later. I've had too much champagne to care at the moment.