You know you had a good birthday when...

...you roll in the door at 4:30 PM the day after your party.

I look like wet death, but I don't think you could pry the smile off my face with a crowbar.

It would seem that all of your kind birthday wishes for me were granted. Thanks, kids.

Life is good.

Shiny Happy Helen

Today was the brightest, bluest, sparkliest, most gorgeous New York City winter day that I've ever, ever experienced. Wow.

And no, I'm not high or getting laid or anything like that. It just was. Fuck off.