I woke up pretty late on the actual day of my birthday, but in my defense it was a Sunday. So at about...2? pm I was up and already feeling the cold dreariness of Minnesota. Waffles are pretty much the cure to anything, so instead of a fancy dinner I opted for waffles on my birthday with my roommate. We ended up idling at the restaurant for two hours, talking about life and the future and everything cheesy you are obligated to think about on your birthday.