So you say it's your birthday

As of about 7 am this morning, I am thirty. By a lot of standards, that officially makes me old, and in a year, you won't be allowed to trust me.

Thirty seems to be everyone's big year for realizing they haven't ended up where they want to be and being upset about it. Fortunately, I got all my angsting out of the way over the past five years or so. This is completely not where I thought I'd be, but eh. I'm a little disappointed in the art progress, but the only cure is to do more work!

This was going to be a longer entry, but most of the navel gazing was stupid. Mostly I think I want breakfast.

Oh - happy mutual birthday, beloitst