So, here we are again. A year has passed, and I now have to get used to telling people that I’m twenty-three. Makes me feel a little bit old, really…

My mum is coming today, to watch my gig and things, and then this weekend we’re going to London to go to the theatre and have a proper birthday celebration.

Today is going to be a strange birthday… I have some work to do before my mum gets here, and then I have to be at the Roadhouse at 6pm for rigging and sound checks… I mean, where’s the “Today you can have whatever you want for dinner”? Where’s the “kringle”? The birthday song and the pile of presents… This is the first birthday ever where none of these things have happened, and I like my childish traditions.

I also desperately miss Morten. I spent my 21st and my 22nd birthday with him, and I won’t get to see him for another nine days. This makes me sad.

I’ll make up for it next year. I’ll have the most awesome birthday ever next year. Today I need to focus on being awesome myself.

The good news is that I no longer feel all that nervous. Now I just feel slightly apathetic and tired. Great birthday feeling(!)

Here’s what I look like today, on my 23rd birthday:

If you haven’t already decided what you’re gonna do tonight, and you happen to be in the Birmingham area, join me at The Roadhouse for my dissertation gig, and help make my birthday a little cooler!