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Another birthday come and gone.

I really am starting to believe that time is speeding up and we are all trapped in some sci-fi movie where time is unexplainable speeding out of control.

Anyway, I had a very nice birthday. Clif made his crab souffle, which I LOVE by the way. It is my favorite dish of his and one of my favorite in general. However, we have to use the artificial crab meat now that my shellfish allergy has decided I am allergic to crab also. This sucks because I love crab cakes.

I still get a little funky even with the artificial because it had around 2% crab meat in it, but it's worth it. My parents came by and then some friends dropped by. One of my friends brought me a bamboo plant...I've seen these before and been sorely tempted to buy one. I was very excited to get one. They fascinate me. Don't know why and clearly it doesn't take much to fascinate me.

Also had a bit of an issue/fight over Clif's family and his need to tell me everything they say about me/us, but that will be another blog. One for adults only because I'm going to cuss.

Anyway, then I heard from my friend in Australia and we talked for around 2 hours. I really do miss her and wish she'd talk her boyfriend into trying it out over here for a while. She and I seems to have very little in common other than a need for pain...Me tattoos and weights and her on her bicycle.

That reminds me , she found it disturbing that I require tattoo pain in my life. Aside from the adrenaline rush that goes along with it (which is why I think people become addicted), there is a comfort to the pain. For some reason with me, it stops that nagging little doubtful voice in my head and reminds me that there are other things in life. That what I am doing now is not truly important in other ways. There is life itself...pain, joy, beauty, no one will die over what I am doing right now. My work is not life saving or world changingly important really. So take a breath and smile. The world has other things to offer.

For some reason, it does take a lot of pain to remind me of that every year around this time.