Let's have a party
It's half past three in the morning local time, so technically it's my birthday, but it never feels like one until I wake up. Erev birthday. Normally I measure my age by fictional characters, but the only thirty-six-year-old character currently occurring to me is Dean Priest in L. M. Montgomery's Emily of New Moon (1923) and while it's true I imprinted on him in fifth grade, it's also true that he is kind of a massive creep. I did learn Latin and Greek, and I have been to Rome (though not Athens), and it is almost true that I care for nothing save books nor ever have; I can't estimate my own cynicism, but my physical health is pretty crap. I think I will fall back on some general idea of tzaddiks until I think of someone better. I don't ruin other people's art when they love it better than me.

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Thank you! Those are good things about 36.
(This comment rewritten three times thanks to Autolycus and his butt, which he wanted on the keyboard and I did not.)