As is tradition, I was sick today on my birthday and in the days leading up to it. I refuse to get a flu shot because I hate needles, so every year (nearly always on my January birthday) I get very sick.
On Friday, I stayed home from work because I had a 102 degree temperature, aches, chills, the works. On Saturday, I laid in bed and accepted that death was near. But by God, on Sunday I dragged myself out of bed and up to the top of the Space Needle for Fun Times because it was my birthday.