I turned 36 this week.  36.  REALLY?  

"Congratulations on the anniversary of emerging from you mother's vagina" really got me.  Loving the Jimmy Somerville/Annie Lennox style music.

 I'm about to turn 36.  Is it time to reflect? My life has been a lot of delirious moments in the past few years, in which I don't want anyone to see me.  I just feed myself, do my job, and chug along.  My job is pretty much the center of my life right now.  I generally get awarded for working the most billable hours per month out of everyone in my department.