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You probably can't do things like that.

So it's my birthday. Seeing Ben Folds last night really gave me a kick in the ass. Music. It's right in front of me all the time. It's in my head. It's in my hands. My fingers. Time to start making use of it.

I also passed my test this morning, so that was pretty nice. I suggested an intervention that showed incredible foresight on my part, apparently. My instructor was impressed. I shrugged. It happens. I smiled and walked out of the room. I didn't get to give blood, though. It was disappointing. They close so early.

Birthdays feel like regular days now. There's no big slumber party. There's no huge get together. There's no day off. It's a normal day. More people talk to you. That's nice, I guess. You get a lot of notifications on Facebook. It's kind of irritating. That's okay. At least people remember you. Or check their upcoming birthdays. Maybe I should talk to some of those people. I never do that anymore. I never see them anyway. I wonder if they'd care if I responded.

All I can think about is playing my guitar. It's staring at me over the desk. But I've got hundreds of pictures to sort through. I'll play it in a while. I've got memories to glue together.

How do you help somebody that won't help themself?

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Ashley said…
I thought our slumber party was pretty fun, personally. :]

And I'd really like to hear you play sometime.
October 26, 2008 at 11:02 PM
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