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So, here I am, being seventeen. (Does it feel any different? I'm not quite certain. I suppose one could maintain that it feels unusual due to the fact that I was up before six this morning!) I've had a glorious hour revelling in the quiet of early morning and the company of a cat (he came into the bathroom to wish me a happy birthday -- of course ( Read more... )

The sun is going down on the last day of my sixteenth year. I am looking back, poking through the rag-bag of memory, and trying to understand what it is that this year has given me.

I am ritualistic by nature. A day is not a thing that happens: it's an event. Things must be prepared. And things mean things. Birthdays and new years and memorial ( Read more... )

i. Am feeling quite good about things, all things considered -- at least I am now; I have been fluctuating. An hour ago I was feeling a bit grim for no particular reason. I have been remembering to take my supplements most days, which is probably helping a bit. (Possibly more than a bit.) And I'm finally getting a bid giddy with birthday ( Read more... )

Happy birthday to me (yesterday, but it's my LJ). It was a lovely, lovely one, and I madly appreciate all of your comments on the last entry and will respond eventually, but as it is a freakish hour of the night I must betake myself to a nunnery. Er. To a bed, that is. For further rambling: http://www.xanga.com/themoonhaslosthermemory/498258406/on- ( Read more... )

Ahrm. Note the ticker.


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