So my birthday is coming up! The 28th. As with any year, everyone will be christmassed out and ready to do absolutely nothing until new years eve, where theyll get drunk and stoned celebrating a single moment representing the apparently endless loop of time. And like the previous 3 years, I'll be stoned (and maybe a little drunk this time) isolated and alone dwelling on why I hate the holiday season so much. Ending another painful year, maybe the next one will be better. Hope so. I'll have to make magic cookies or something to start myself off giggling like a school girl. 