Happy birthday to me.
Every year, I vow to be a beacon of hush on my birthday. I'm not going to tell anyone it's my birthday, I think to myself. I imagine that three weeks from now, someone finds out that my birthday was three weeks ago and exclaims in surprise, "You Didn't Tell Us It Was Your Birthday!" Mystery will surround me.
It never works though.
This morning, the first question posed to me is "Rebecca, why are you so tired this morning?"
um, out late last night, i answer.
"Rebecca, you need sleep. You still haven't adjusted to the time change. What are you doing going out? You're going to make yourself sick!"
um, I answer, [thinking: mystery, mystery...] it's My Birthday! [end mystery.]
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