On the Twelfth Day of Christmas...

("Twelfth". Such a weird word - you wouldn't think those letters would work together, would you? Maybe it's Welsh.)

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I am 38 years old today. I am 38, single, working on a second Master's degree, broke, have very short hair and a cozy comfy 'Jersey Boys' sweatshirt. Before I turn 39 I'd like to get that second degree, a good job (one that will get me started paying off those two degrees and won't make me want to kill  myself), and a date or three. Cheers.

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Recent highlights:

Canterbury Cathedral for the Christmas Eve Carol Service - Phoebe, her mom & stepdad.

(There's a creche over on the right - apparently when they set it up they left a sheep on the roof and it took half a day before anyone noticed. HA.)

Yorkshire Pudding for dinner - it was better than the roast beef! And then I had apple pie

(or rather, 'apple pie') for pudding. (Or rather, dessert.)

The local outdoor shopping mall had these fun lights up. I just liked them.

My birthday dinner (on the 4th, not today - it's easier to get show tickets mid-week) at Ed's Diner in Soho... it's the closest thing to an American milkshake you can get in this country! And in the back you'll see the marquee for the show I saw after I ate...  *happy sigh*

I'll bet YOUR hair doesn't do this immediately after getting out of the shower in the morning! Good times.

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I'm on day 6 of no chocolate, and I'm doing amazingly well. (The milkshake doesn't count - it was British, so it wasn't very chocolate-y, and it was for my birthday.) We'll see how I feel after day 7, and then day 14... this really is the year. I'm finally getting off the stuff!

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Happy 2012!


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