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yay birthdays

I don't like birthdays. I used to enjoy them when I was younger, at first because of presents, and then later because it meant I was getting old enough to really start doing fun shit, and finally because birthdays were a great excuse to do all that fun shit I was finally old enough to do. But age has a funny way of buggering up your life. It's not as though I'm old and decrepit by any stretch, but the overarching futility of life seems particularly emphasized during birthdays. Here's a day meant to be momentous and celebrated, and all you end up with nine times out of ten is just another day in which things don't work out. What's to celebrate? Or maybe I'm just doing it wrong.

Whatever the case, I should be working right now and I'll be damned if I can talk myself into it, or even work up much worry over the fact that I can't. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.