I got older today… 28 years in fact. Just as I thought the day had gone sour and that all my days as a 28-year-old would be cursed, I became a ninja. That’s right… a bone fide ninja.

During lunch, I caught a fly with my bare hands — just after the spring rolls, but before the molten chocolate cake with coconut ice cream. I was in mid conversation with my friends, and for some reason that I cannot explain, I suddenly reached out and caught a fly in mid-flight. I held him for a while and then let him go in the plants next to us.

I’m assuming this means that I am going to have an awesome year — that or I’m the next Karate Kid.