Which is not my favorite day of the year. Birthdays, Christmases, the last days of a school year. Really, any day that involves anticipating greatness, I don't like them. They're always disappointing. This year, in anticipation of the magical day when I quit saying "I'm thirty-one" and start saying, "I'm thirty-two," I did a few things for myself. I demanded space in my house that is solely mine. A writing room. I bought myself a beautiful antique desk from one of the shops i