Also known as "being a year closer to having one foot in the grave", today is the day I spawned, the day I hatched, the day I was born. 'Tis my birthday, as they call it. I am now 18 and a barely legal adult in the United States... but still not old enough to drink or smoke marijuana yet! Congratulations to myself for making it this far. Let's try to make it another 10 years!
Happy anniversary, to me, of my eviction from my one-womb apartment. Now for a lovely birthday joke from Reddit:
"By the way, Death called, he said he can't make it to your party this year. Maybe next year. Or did he say month? Next month? No, I'm pretty sure it was maybe next year. So...yeah. Just something to keep in mind. Cake?"