there's something about birthdays that just sucks. it's like new year's eve. you are supposed to have the Best! Time! Ever! and also evaluate your life/year to see what's working and what isn't working and adjust accordingly.for example: i didn't get any taller in the last year. what gives? not enough calcium?
i woke up this a.m. with two thoughts neck-and-neck on my brain's track.
1. i need to stop drinking for reals. i am too old for a hangover.
2. i want to make little scenes in shadow boxes with all these plastic things i keep buying, before they all end up under the refrigerator because the cats carried them off.
maybe they are linked, like my personal version of the craft table in an adult foster care house. maybe a glue gun and some pipe cleaner will cure what ails all of us.
xo
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