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I only just learned about this notion of a golden birthday. Because apparently today is mine. Wish I'd known ahead of time; maybe I would have tried to plan something special for this "once in a lifetime" day (though I can't imagine what I would do). Thus far it's just been schmoozing around the house doing nothing. I decided not to clean or run my errands and give myself a day off. And then dinner with Dad this evening. He's picking me and Morgan up and "it's a surprise" where we're going.
For those who aren't aware, "it's a surprise" are quite possibly the worst words one can say to me. A fertile imagination is a lovely thing while writing stories. While trying not to think of what could be on the other end of a "surprise" and thus not get one's hopes up, not so much. It's getting easier to squash it, though.
Maybe that's why I haven't been able to write in three years.
Maybe this is all because it's raining outside (I know, birthday in the springtime. But I'm always disappointed when it rains on my birthday). Maybe it's because I just finished watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica.
I should have asked Alan to fly in a week earlier.
For those who aren't aware, "it's a surprise" are quite possibly the worst words one can say to me. A fertile imagination is a lovely thing while writing stories. While trying not to think of what could be on the other end of a "surprise" and thus not get one's hopes up, not so much. It's getting easier to squash it, though.
Maybe that's why I haven't been able to write in three years.
Maybe this is all because it's raining outside (I know, birthday in the springtime. But I'm always disappointed when it rains on my birthday). Maybe it's because I just finished watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica.
I should have asked Alan to fly in a week earlier.
