4/8/01 I went along to see "Fuddy Meers" at the Theatre Company the other night. I found it most amusing. I laughed heartilly, frequently with vigour. I sucked up to the lighting box girls by giving them lollies, and got frightened by Jenny-Marie whenever she laughed at the dog barking, and during the sad bits. As i'm prone to say, everyone was a winner. It was my birthday on Thursday, and so far no one's noticed. Hell, I hardly even noticed! I was expecting to be all depressed and shit around this birthday, like I was on my 19th and 20th birthdays. I had developed a theory that i'd find birthday's depressing if, at that current time in my life, I wasn't doing much. Going by that theory this birthday should have been a huge downer, but it wasn't. I got up, feeling pretty happy. Bummed around for a bit, and then went out to see Sheryl at the Theatre Company to see if she could be a referee for me for job applications. She was more than happy to do this, and then I went to the gym. (This boring analysis is leading to something by the way). It had started raining while I was at the gym, and as I was leaving the most wonderful happy feeling came over me. It had been a relatively hot day for winter, and the rain was bringing out that wonderful earthy smell that it sometimes does. I walked to my bus with a probably noticeable smile on my face. So much for my half-arsed theories.