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These three days between the New Year according to the calendar and when my Birthday actually is tend to pass in a shadow. Something horrible often happens to me now, and I try to keep my hopes low and my head down, but these things do not slow the danger. Perhaps it's the paranoia, but I seldom have happy birthdays, and I have dreaded the day for years. Colin needing to be put to sleep last year was probably the worst ever. Yes, that even tops the year *everyone* but my best friend and my boyfriend managed to remember and call me. No cake, no presents, no cards. And that's really never good for an angst ridden teen! So now I don't tend to tell anyone when it is, and try to let it think it doesn't matter any more.

This year, I hope to go out for my birthday. And it looks possible. And yet, I fear the shoe dropping like it oh so often does. I'll never fear the fact of getting older- I don't. I wear my years well and am rather proud of what I have learned from them. I'll be 38 tomorrow.

But my birthday means the new year has truly begun, and I'll be the same age through the rest of the year. The advantage of being born so early in the calendar year- if I remember my age, I can tell you the year. :) And the holiday season is completely over, unless one celebrates Epiphany.

I like epiphanies. And I will raise a toast to Cheri on the feast thereof, since her birthday is 6 days after mine, but we remember Epiphany to celebrate each other- a pleasant thought. One should always have a friend to celebrate, just for Joy.

I hope it's Japanese. I'd like some sushi.  ¶ 12:25 PM