I treated myself to my very first birthday holiday. As a kid, I never liked missing school. Even when I was in college, I almost never used my free cuts. So when my boss (the one who likes me) told me I could take the day off, I took the offer. It felt good to not do anything at all. I only left my room to eat and to get a hair cut. I have finally gotten my birthday out of my system and I can go back to not sulking and to living my life. I’m twenty-five years old.