Happy birthday to... me.

Well, that's it. I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm twenty years old. I don't feel older. Or more mature. Or anything really. I'm just a guy--a man, even--who spins around in circles too much. Maybe I'll have that life awakening experience next year.

It was a pretty good day. I woke up to the words "Congratulations on successfully earning your national EMS certification." And everybody was really happy today. And I just felt good all day. And even the weather was really nice.

The perfect mix of moody, cold, and depressing--my kind of day.

I had my tarot cards read today. Which I was absolutely not expecting to have happen. I also read some astrology stuff about myself. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, naturally. I mean, how much can a book like that really tell you about yourself? For that matter, what can a deck of cards tell you?

A surprising and sobering amount, actually.

Which is good, I guess. I am bored. I have to change something, and I know what it is. I had a sneaking suspicion that it would be coming up when I unwrapped the picture frame. It's something I have to do for myself--because it's healthy, I'm told.

But it probably won't happen. I mean, I am a Scorpio; it's in my nature.

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You ended weak, but you started.

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