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11/30/2003: "Advent"

For the most part, I abstained from telling people it was my birthday. It doesn't make the day any less crappy, but it makes me look less pathetic, at least to myself. High points: the card from Pat, the baby that was baptized, Eleanor Taylor, eye contact with D, talking rummage with Bill and Rol. Low points: the exploding pumpkin, the top-secret funeral, going home at one-thirty with nothing in particular to look forward to. But joy doesn't come on schedule, and I know there will be some for me; maybe tomorrow.