A history of horrible birthdays
Over the course of the last few days, my birthday has reminded me of the difference between my life now and my life one year ago. It's not a monumental difference, but last year on my birthday I found out I was going to be outsourced. Not great news, especially on what is supposed to be a happy day. That triggered a memory of another bad birthday. I was around 12 or so, and I was sick on my birthday. My mom made me a chocolate cake, but after blowing out the candles I declined a piece because I didn't feel up to eating anything. That continued for a few days. Finally I was feeling better and was looking forward to eating some cake. What's that you say...it's all gone? Ah man.
OK two bad birthdays doesn't really qualify for "A history of horrible birthdays" but that title was catchy.
OK two bad birthdays doesn't really qualify for "A history of horrible birthdays" but that title was catchy.
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