*emerges out of the warmth of lurkdom and sings quietly to herself* Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday, dear me.... Happy Birthday to me! Incidentally, it is within the bounds of female perogative that I am of course permitted to be as young as I so choose....but rest assured that I am still a *very* young and chipper and peppy, sprightly, sharp and bright-eyed little youngling. And it shall ever remain so! I can already think of a few things I'd very much like to see in the coming year, both in terms of what it may hold for me personally....and with regards to other things as well....I do still harbour some of those wishes....will yet cling to them, that's for sure and certain. And now, having gotten all this a bit off my chest, as it were....I feel at least some better. And now I shall enjoy today, *my* day, precisely as I want to and see fit....since it is, after all, the day when I am not just entirely and fully entitled to be gloriously, wonderfully selfish....but I also daresay that it is expected of me. Dawn.