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2007-09-10 23:12:21 ET
So here it is: what used to be my second favorite day of the year. It's my b-day. Yes, on 9/11. That's not what's bothering me though. Maybe it's my mood, or maybe, as some have suggested, I've just outgrown birthdays. I don't know. I'm stressed with work and school, as well as a few well-meaning relatives breathing down my neck about plans for celebration, and I just can't think of anything I want to do, at least nothing realistic. |
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