There was beach.
Being in my 30s is also good. It feels satisfying. Like things are looking up. Don't you feel like things are looking up?
Lots of love to everyone who sent along kind birthday wishes (and massive nose thumbing at my family, who didn't bother to call OR email, which is, if not unheard of, then not particularly shocking either).
But nonetheless, things are looking up.
Don't worry, angst-lovers. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled whining next week. Promise.