30 feels much like 29 did, only more tired and a little hungover. I joined P and a couple of his colleagues for a drink to watch the football last night, following which we injudiciously imbibed some sake with sushi for dinner. I rolled home boozled and skyped my parents (which? drunken skyping with relatives? BAD idea)...and woke up this morning feeling fairly average.
You know what though? I'm happy. In a week, I'll be unemployed and getting ready to roam. I've got a lovely husband, a great bunch of friends and adventures ahead. This is (at 10.20am) turning out to be a pretty good birthday.
I TOTALLY feel like I should be writing something DEEP and INSIGHTFUL about turning 30 but that's because I overthink EVERYTHING, IN THE WORLD, EVER. Instead, I'll go with the flow - I have to find treats for the office afternoon tea (bday shout), do some work, catch a plane tonight. Just keep it simple.