Welp, there you have it. Another birthday has come and gone, sweeping past like a commuter train, knocking me aside with its gusty bluster and leaving me unbalanced by the tracks in its turbulent wake while the litter swirls and settles, strewn about hopelessly.
How did I get here? Why didn't the train slow down? Will I still find myself bewildered trackside when the next one comes? Is it possible to have a one-third-life crisis?
Friday, January 26, 2007
I'm 33 for a moment
Posted by Zach at 11:54 PM
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I'm still determined to celebrate a birthday in Reykjavik, Bruns. Perhaps, one year -- after we're done watching tv, of course -- we'll take a trip in early Jan. to the gem of the North and toast both of our birthdays.
It frightens me, Fraulein Von Awesomeheimer, how parallel our brainwaves seem to be at times. I get a weekly e-mail about travel to Iceland and enter every contest they offer. I think a birthday toast 'neath the Northern Lights on a glacier near a volcano sounds lovely.
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