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Argh, more work... I've got the next couple days off, though, thankfully. Work isn't too terribly bad, but it's such a waste of time. I spent last night finishing HP and the Half-Blood Prince for the third time. It always makes me moody shortly thereafter.

Anyhoo, my birthday is coming up. I'm not too terribly excited. My last birthday was freakin' wild. My roommate and I had a huge bash. My bathtub was absolutely full of liquor and beer and ice. The night ended with... cuddling. Seriously, heh. Nothing like a good cuddle while watching Green Acres to seal the last 21 years of your life.

But, I'll be turning 22. What is so damn special about 22? According to numerology, it's a significant number (as is 11, etc.). Twenty-two means that I'm not only an adult now, I'm fully immersed in adulthood. I think about how crappy highschool was, but when I realize that I'm going to be 22... I kind of wish I could go back in time and re-experience it. Things would be SO different if I was who I am now back then. I'm much more mean now.

Alas, I shall leave the reminiscing for another day. As for now, off to the gym. Tootles.