This is the second year in a row that I've been sick for my birthday. Yesterday I threw up seven times. My only birthday wish for this year was not to throw up again. So far, so good.
I slept the day away and for some reason, I don't feel bad about it at all. It's been a good birthday today.
It's amazing how much something as small as being sick puts everything in perspective.
Happy birthday to me.
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