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seanan_mcguireIt's my birthday! Today, I am thirty-three years old. In fun math facts, thirty-three is the atomic number of arsenic, the recorded number of miracles performed by Jesus Christ (I wonder if that includes exploding the snakes?), and the largest positive integer that cannot be expressed as a sum of different triangular numbers. It's also the number of vertebrae in the human spine. So it's creepy, miraculous, and poisonously delicious. What a great number!
I've always liked my birthday in terms of time of year (winter) and numbers involved (1/5/78). I have always disliked my birthday in terms of where it falls on the modern calendar, since being born right after Christmas is a really good way to wind up annually rooked for parties and presents. This was a big issue for me when I was a kid. All the other kids got to bring in cupcakes and goody bags! I got to bring...the end of Winter Vacation. Um. Sorry about that, guys. I didn't mean to be the school year's personal seasonal monarch.
As I've gotten older, this has mattered less, largely because I am no longer forced to look longingly at the cupcake heaps of others. Now, I can buy my own damn cupcakes, and I don't have to share them with the rest of the class. I usually wind up sharing them anyway, because who needs to eat that many cupcakes, but still.
Today, I'm going to finish packing for GaFilk (I fly to Georgia tomorrow), do my normal Wednesday errands, go out for Indian food with my mother, my sister, and Kate, and attempt to reassure my cats that I'm coming back, honest, really, I swear. At some point, I may find a way to obtain some cupcakes.
Happy birthday, me! I've survived another trip 'round the sun.
Bring on the next one.
I've always liked my birthday in terms of time of year (winter) and numbers involved (1/5/78). I have always disliked my birthday in terms of where it falls on the modern calendar, since being born right after Christmas is a really good way to wind up annually rooked for parties and presents. This was a big issue for me when I was a kid. All the other kids got to bring in cupcakes and goody bags! I got to bring...the end of Winter Vacation. Um. Sorry about that, guys. I didn't mean to be the school year's personal seasonal monarch.
As I've gotten older, this has mattered less, largely because I am no longer forced to look longingly at the cupcake heaps of others. Now, I can buy my own damn cupcakes, and I don't have to share them with the rest of the class. I usually wind up sharing them anyway, because who needs to eat that many cupcakes, but still.
Today, I'm going to finish packing for GaFilk (I fly to Georgia tomorrow), do my normal Wednesday errands, go out for Indian food with my mother, my sister, and Kate, and attempt to reassure my cats that I'm coming back, honest, really, I swear. At some point, I may find a way to obtain some cupcakes.
Happy birthday, me! I've survived another trip 'round the sun.
Bring on the next one.
