Jan. 17th, 2011

luciazephyr: Harry with his staff and fancy hat ([DF] but somebody's gotta do it)
I mentioned my birthday was on Saturday to one of my coworkers.
Him: Twenty-first, right? But you don't drink.
Me: Nope, teetotal.
Him: Hell, then what's the point of being twenty-one. People like you should get to skip to twenty-two.

Alcohol scares me, ngl. And Mum already gave me my present (Changes audiobook she found for $10). I'm surprised I even remember my birthday. Last year I only remembered it, like, halfway through the day of.

Meh.



Also, just... so ya'll know, the current chapter is taking longer than expected. It's a very difficult one, so I'm not sure when it'll be done. Sorry.

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