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It's my birthday today; I'm twenty years old today. I feel rather odd about it. I don't really have time to properly celebrate, and this is the first time I've ever been away from home for my birthday. Mumma and I decided that I could just be born a few days late this year, and we're going to have the party when I get home. My da's birthday is the day after mine, and we ususally roll the two parties into one.

But I'm preoccupied with work and school and last arrangements and being twitchy. I can't be bothered to have a birthday right now, when I can't do a damn thing about it.

Sometimes, time really bugs me. Shut up, time.

Anyway, not a teenager any more.