It is one week until my 30th birthday. Sadly, I will be working the night before and and the night of, so I will have a party on the Monday after, or the fifth of October for those of you who are brain-dead and cannot think for yourselves. I am inviting no one to this party and it shall not be considered a pity, I will enjoy the solitude and the time away from the rat race of civilized society. I will ponder many things and pose many queries to the trees and the squirrels, none will be answered and not a word to be spoken. I will enter a deep thought process and magically return with a full stream of consciousness to be bombarded by the universe. Life can be so grand and the answer is 42.