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So, my birthday party came and went, and all was well. Two hours before it started, I was in the worst mood ever in the history of the universe. I was sitting in the living room, thinking, “Okay, I have never been in a worst mood than this. Today, January 14th, will go down in history as the WORST MOOD EVER.” But, then, an hour later, for no reason I can discern, I laughed in one of the uncontrollable, crying, gut-aching fits I used to have all the time. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve laughed like that in two years. It all involved the word “katzenjammer,” and Scrabble, and so, the party went well. People played drums and flirted and groped and spilled shit and scared the cats and got in fights over board games and took pictures, and that’s good enough for me. I spent some time with people I normally wouldn’t talk to otherwise, and made a little peace with some inner grudges. It was also interesting to note who was there, and who wasn’t, and those observations also helped with the inner grudge.

I did set my cold back, but, eh, I’ll live. On Tuesday, I start my new job, which means, as I’ve mentioned before, learning how to wake before sunrise. I might die. But I’ll let you know.

Posted by: Zosia | 01-16-2005 | 09:01 PM
Posted in: General