I just got back from treating myself to dinner and drinks at the designer pizza place and a tiramisu at the Italian dessert place to commemorate turning the relatively advanced age of 38 tomorrow. (The occasion’s shared not only with the feast day of St. Jerome, the patron saint of translators — but also the day that Marc Bolan was born and James Dean took his last ride.) I’m living in my own place, doing the first paid writing/editing work since earning my heretofore useless Journalism degree at the moment and getting to go into a recording studio tomorrow to help edit the Spanish voice-over for a start-up thing that they’re putting on YouTube. All told, things are pretty damn good right now. Cheers!