Thursday, March 31, 2011

Yet Again.

Today is your birthday.  I would like to think that I wouldn't think of you anymore, but I would be wrong.  In fact, it seems, I have thought of you more this year than any other.  I don't know what that says.  It's the ending of a pretty fabulously crappy week.  All will be well soon. 

Happy Birthday.  Wish I had the guts to say it another way. 

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