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I guess I've put this off long enough. One entry every three months sounds about right. *sigh* "Hello, my name is Allan. Have we met? I'm not new, but I'm new to you." - Sounds like a conversation I had at work last week.

A friend of mine has been asking me twenty questions (or more) recently. She realized (or suddenly cared) that she knows very little about me. One of the questions she asked was what would the title of my autobiography would be. I finally came up with it the other day as I was walking to work.

"The Day I Started to Breathe"

For some reason I was reminded of the day I "noticed" myself breathing. Being a rather automatic thing previous, I was intrigued as to why I was suddenly aware of it. My life has been a series of those events as the years pass.

I know. I'm weird.

TTYL