It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm not overjoyed. I'm not looking forward to an experience I won't experience: the ego, id, super ego and the rest of the gang departing my physical being. At least, I don't care what happens to the physical being. I may leave it to the ACLU, if there is such an entity. If not, I'll leave it to the North Shore Animal League.

On my birthday, I should give me the gift of a new story or whatnot, something that dances and sings. Good idea, Self!

I may use my 9 year old boy voice to weave another tale. Good to have a goal so I don't think too much about death, or if I must think about death, I'll write about my 9 year old's conclusions about it. He's wiser than I.