My birthday sort of snuck up on me this year. Last year I had enough advance notice to plan a party, but this year...well, I wish someone had made an announcement, or something, y'know? Because every weekend this month is booked solid, and October's filling up too. And what with everything else going on, I kinda forgot.
I guess I should write some long, introspective thing about aging and life and changes and all that rubbish. But all I can manage is, holy shit, I'll be 35 tomorrow. Huh. 35. That's a lotta candles. Maybe I'm better off without a party.
I guess I should write some long, introspective thing about aging and life and changes and all that rubbish. But all I can manage is, holy shit, I'll be 35 tomorrow. Huh. 35. That's a lotta candles. Maybe I'm better off without a party.
Dans la bibliothèque: Kushiel's Dart - Jaqueline Carey
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