It's MY BIRTHDAY

... and I am exhausted. Not of life, or of the tedium of growing another year older and feeling like you've not done enough. I'm just tired; life is tiring and I could like to take a nap. 

This year, for my birthday, I'd like to work because I want to, not because I have to. Hopefully, by 50, this will become a reality. 

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