Near the end of April, I realized none too soon that 1) I was single and thus 2) no one besides my mother could be expected to do much of anything festive for my birthday.
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Back in the day, the cure for insanity was to have a hole drilled in one's skull to let all the crazy out. Some days I laugh at this childish logic. Other days I'm all, "How do I get in on this? I'm willing to sign a waiver."