Another year older (and wiser?)

So, today is my birthday and the first thing I'm happy for is that it isn't as bad as last year. Though it started out that way. My initial reaction to waking up, after tearing myself out of a very involved dream, was, "do I have to go running today?" and then "Oh, it's my birthday. No, I don't have to run." Followed by an intense throbbing from my left forefinger, the one I almost sliced off making sweet potato coins for my first ever grown-up dinner party last night (note: two out of four guests sat on a couch due to lack of table, chairs or matching silverware, which has nothing to do with chairs, but seems like something a grown-up party would have). Anyway, waking up was followed by a mediocre breakfast which I decided to make the best of because a.) it was a new place, worth checking out, and I was with good company and coffee. and b.) because I'm now 24 and done complaining. That pretty much sums my day up so far, um, besides eating a quarter of my delicious vegan (except for the white sugar I used which I heard has something to do with animal bones???) cake with raspberry whipped cream.