Happy Birthday?

First of all, thank you, everybody for your happy wishes on the 22nd May 9th of my life. (I guess 23rd if you count the actual day I was born.)
Today, for my birthday, I got a big old welcome to the adult world, where, even though it's your birthday, you still have to go to work, and your boss doesn't really care what day it is. On top of that, I got to spend 8 hours today pulling apart mouldings for concrete forms at the construction site. Sounds fun, demolition, desctruction, that type of stuff. Well, it wasn't. I had to pull boards away from solidified concrete using nothing but a couple hammers, my lineman pliers, a chisel and an electric drill to undo the screws that held together some of the boards. All in all, I ended up over-exerting myself, and now I feel like crap.
I guess the lesson to be learned here is that when you're an adult, the only difference between your birthday and any other day, is that you're officially one year older, you're friends make an extra effort to call you (which is very nice), and you get to eat some cake at the end of the day that has been topped with candle wax due to the fact that it took so long to light them that the first ones were half-way melted by the time they got to the last ones.
Anyway, I really don't mean to make my birthday sound like it sucked. It really was okay. I'm just really tired and feel like sleeping right now. What would make my birthday even better is if the Jazz would win tonight just for me. Here's hoping.