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I was born 37 years ago today. My birthdays have always seemed a bit weird to me. You are celebrating something special, something that only happens once a year and yet it is often just like all the other days. I never really know how to feel. If I get too excited about it, I might get let down. If I don’t get excited about it, then I missed out on a great opportunity for a great day! I need to do something different today, something exciting, memorable…
Random: I found this old self portrait I made 13 years ago. I think I was much more introspective back then, more likely to do something irrational or dangerous.
