birthdays always happen so surprisingly quickly.
it seems like they're perpetually far, then one day they're in two weeks, then they're gone.
i wonder why this rhythm .. imaginary/approaching/wake-up.
that's sort of how christmas is too.
or any exciting event.
maybe two weeks is the window for whirlwind?
who knows.
anyway, time to re-enter imaginary...
by the way, bonding over food is more fine than anything has ever been.
sigh--ignorance is not bliss: intimacy is.