So if you're a friend of mine on Myspace or Facebook, you've seen me countdown the days till my birthday. I'm surprised no one has told me how annoying it was.

I honestly thought I'd handle it better than I have been. To be honest, on the outside, I've shown the world that I'm ready to turn 30 (and for the party to come along with it). Inside, I've been a nervous wreck. It's not so much about the number, more of a flare-up in the anxiety that I've been dealing with for some time. I've been seeing a counselor for the last few weeks. To be honest, I'm not sure it's really helped out a great deal. He's given me some things to think about, but it's mostly been me telling him about stuff that's happened to me. (Maybe that's why I've not been blogging much lately...)

Now I find myself less than 51 hours away from the big day. Tomorrow, I concern myself with waiting to hear back from a job that I interviewed for last week. I actually applied with this same firm last year, but got turned down due to a personality assessment I took prior to the interview. This time around, I passed the assessment with flying colors. The interview I had Thursday morning seemed to go okay. There were a couple of answers that I flubbed, but overall I was okay. I can never seem to judge how well interviews go. I interviewed for a supervisor position at my work some time ago, and thought I did great. Turns out I was in the bottom half of those that they talked to, and didn't make the first cut.

After that comes doing laundry for the trip, packing, and then celebrating in Las Vegas. (We're staying at the Luxor, if anyone out there still would like to come party.) I figure a little reflection will come during the next few days as well. But, until then, off to turn on my TV and try to drown out the anxiety...