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It’s my birthday…42 times around the sun. Twenty years ago I would have been drinking copious amounts of beer at a bar, while I get a birthday song dedication of Guns N’ Roses: Paradise City. Then I would have proceeded to go home very late and sleep the entire next day away.
Now I am waiting for my dinner delivery, contemplating ordering some kind of cake-ish dessert, and mentally debating the pros and cons of going to bed at an actual decent time tonight.
Oh, how times change.





