I'm having a birthday soon. I thought about not celebrating. Especially since I don't even know how old I am, really. 26, maybe. 27. Depends on who you ask. It's not one of those things you get round to thinking about when you're dealing with all of time and space.
Two years in a row I haven't had a proper birthday. Relatively speaking, that is. So I thought, why not give it a go? It's not like things could get much weirder around here. Only problem is, if I were to have a party would anyone come? Maybe I'll just drag Jack down the pub instead.