January 15th, arguably the most important day of the year, is my Birthday. Straying from the usual trend of drinking too much, I spent most of the day covered in wallpaper paste as we ambitiously tried to teach the kids papier mache. I’d already treated myself to a shower and a bottle of Coke when I received a lunchtime rendition of Happy Birthday, cake, cards, chocolate, some Everest beer, and 47 handshakes. Very nice it all was indeed. We then spent the evening watching a cheesy kid’s movie which was amazingly enjoyable since it was the only TV I’ve seen in a while. For the first time in a while, January 16th was hangover free.
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