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Today, for the first time in 23 years, I am spending my birthday alone. I know as you grow up birthdays are supposed to be less and less of a big deal, but I'm not quite there yet. My roomie for the last 3 years moved out Friday, the other is spending the weekend with her girlfriend. Jesse is out visiting with family, and my family is back in Ohio. Beth and Chels are at school. It's been wonderful getting notes from everyone for my birthday, but it's not quite the same as a real hug. I need a real hug. I know I'm being really whiny about this, but it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.