August 28, Menlo Park: I thought about turning 30. I can remember the day my dad turned 30. I was 4. He was shaving in the bathroom, and my mom told me to poke fun at him for being old. So as a kid, I pictured what it would be like to turn 30. I also pictured turning 18 like a lot of kids do. I even pictured being "really old" like my grandparents, whom I got to know in their 50's. But 35? The point where you're closer to 50 than high school (my best friend and I like to make that observation)...I don't think I ever pictured that. It was fantastic. A great get together with some good friends, planned by someone I love. Lots and lots of well wishes. Phone calls from friends and family. I feel very cared for. And I have felt that way for a very long time. Thank you for the unending support of my passions and my well-being. Especially over the past year.