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When I was a kid I used to ponder the nature of existence on the day before my birthday. "I'm six," I'd think. "I've been six practically for ever. I know what it's like to be six. And today is the very last day I'll ever be six. I'll never be six again." This would always be followed be a feeling of let-down on the following day, as I'd walk around thinking "I don't feel seven. I mean, I know I am seven. But it doesn't feel any different at all. It feels just like six. I wonder if I'll always feel like this? What if I feel like this when I'm eight?"

I woke up this morning and thought, "this is my last day of being forty-three. I'll never be forty-three again." But I bet I don't feel forty-four tomorrow. I bet I still feel twelve.
--Neil Gaiman, in his beautifully upkept blog, yesterday.

So. Happy birthday, then Mr. Gaiman.

And a late happy birthday to Dani, wherever you may be.
And an early happy birthday to Mike. In case I space it Sunday.
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Let's see... core samples from the mind o' the Jess at the moment... ( Lyrics: )

What else? ... Mm... More demirandom linkage, this time to the good Mr. Jason Mraz's weblog... I love the way this guy's mind clicks...

And...~looks round, exhales, turns open, slightly tired smile on reader~ then there's me. How'm I doing? Is it easier to be in my head today?

Yes/no.

Still telling Old Man Coyote to shut up a minute, I'm trying to *not* step on my tail here; he's listening about as well as a cat will. Obviously, I'm not too dedicated to tuning him out, otherwise I wouldn't be hearing him, however much he wanted to talk.

Ever wonder if the little voices in the back of your head are seriously Other Beings communicating, or just yourself in a medicine mask so you'll bloody listen to you for once?

or if there's a difference...
Yah hey, mental chewtoys.

~quiet grin, soft laugh~
I'm happier than I've been in a long long time.
Half o' me wants to plan something so I can stay that way; the other half says, you know, if you'll just keep being happy every day...that *is* staying that way.

well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
close your eyes and hope to see mine...

Take care, all. Don't think too hard.