My 34th was approaching and I was conversing with my best friend Chelle.
As we discussed our daily lives and our general lots in life, we found, as many our age do, that we had both fallen into ruts. Rather easy, somewhat anti-social, exceptionally dull ruts. With another birthday on the horizon, I had to stop and assess – I used to have fun. I used to BE fun. So what the hell has happened to me?