'Cos it's my Birthday, My B-B-B-Birthday

It was my birthday yesterday!

Whilst I had a good time on both the birthday celebrations on Saturday (a return to Fusion Squared followed by a special birthday-themed hangover), and the few drinks I had at a leaving do last night (for one of the Crabs, even though I don't really know the guy), I can't help but feel that 23 is a non-event. I feel myself turning into the kind of person who doesn't celebrate birthdays, who despairs at being reminded of getting older, and it worries me. I would like to think it continues to mean something when you're twenty-four or forty-seven or seventy-two. I would like to think I will still see it as a reason to go out and do something special (and it need not always be drink until I black out...just for the near future).

It's all good though. Needless to say, I haven't got a lot of writing done this weekend. The next couple of days look to be equally unproductive as I'm getting ready for the move to my new job (13 days and counting); tomorrow is going to be spent shopping and on Thursday I'm walking around the new town looking for somewhere to live. Should be fun. I guess I could get some writing done on the journeys but I'll probably end up staring at a blank page from start to finish.

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