Birthday. It’s your birthday. Happy birthday.

I seem to remember that when I was a kid the feeling of moving from one year to the next had real definition. It was a snap sudden thing that happened when I woke up. BuDdding! I’m 10!
I’ve been sliding gradually into 35 for the last 6 months.
All I got was:
an automated email from the sonic youth forum stating happy birthday
a txt msg from the g/f, also stating happy birthday
the news that I may have to refund 51 bucks on an ebay package that has not yet reached its destination
and a reminder of something terrible I did last year.

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