I’m awake. But it’s way too early for “’cause she’s a jolly good fellow”.

My laptop clock is still set to NY time, and it says 9.10pm. Which means that here in Zurich, it’s just after 3am. And I am awake. Is this remarkable in any way? Not really, I have been waking up in the middle of the night quite a bit since the move. Call it the jetlag that won’t go away, or maybe it’s my body catching on to the fact that I haven’t let go of NY yet

But this…. this is a little creepy. I woke up exactly 5 minutes before my exact birthday. And it’s a little embarrassing, because I didn’t catch on to that until I had been awake for an hour and half and wondered why I couldn’t fall back asleep. Usually the rain helps me sleep! Come on, I’m sure I’m not the only one. Isn’t that why people buy sound machines in the first place?

Anyhow… once awake, I started thinking about stuff. And finally it dawned on me: I’m getting old.

Stuff I wore when I was growing up is back in style, for goodness’ sakes (though I’m really not sure why, oh why they had to bring 80s fashion style clothing back.).

And I’m pretty sure I’m getting carpal tunnel – in my knee.

And now I have this one wisp of white hair on my head, right where my side parting is… it’s been driving me nuts. Mostly because now there’s too many to pluck. Which means that I’ll have to start dying my hair on a regular basis now. I HATE dying my hair. And my hair hates it too. I just got a single process color (not lighter, just warmer) before I left and OMG, my hair has been rebelling ever since.

Or maybe it’s so that I will fit in better with the Swiss, whose hair is notoriously (ok, maybe notorious just to me and my best friend) awful. I think it’s because Swiss hairdressers have never gotten over the whole “overprocess, and overspray” 80′s obsession with hair chemicals that left everyone with yellow-blondish hair, crimped and with bangs sprayed into oblivion to keep them shooting straight up (which is when the hairmet should have been invented, really). Anyway.

This will be the 4rd anniversary of my 29th birthday. I actually had to count that on my fingers. ’cause when you get old, apparently your math skills worsen. (Oh, this is a great excuse.)

This will be my first birthday back in Switzerland, too. I had to wish my birthday buddy from the past two years Happy Birthday on Facebook this year, dammit.

I did, however, find two more birthday buddies. In a few hours I’ll go wish Jessica and Lou Happy Birthday, too. On Twitter, of course. But now, I’m going back to bed. ’cause apparently my husband thinks his beauty sleep trumps my right to open my presents as soon as I wake up on my birthday. When you see my birthday present, you’ll understand why I forgive him

Good night!