...of me!
It was a dark and peaceful night. The boy still could not turn on the XBOX in the living room for fear of rousing the sleeping giants in the next room. He sat in the still, crisp air, wishing for but a moment of warmth to fall across his body- no such moment came. 8 minutes. The file download crawled, painfully, at the horrible dial-up pace of 2.3 K per second; not a particularly helpful pace for a 64 Meg program needed for the creation of a new venue of expression. Tomorrow he would wear his favorite sweater. 5 minutes. He realized his goth-powered wristband still clung to his arm, wanting to be meant for something other than "One eye is always crying." The floor was a good place for it for now. A new supersoldier placard also yearned for its display, but sat silently in the corner, waiting its turn. 2 minutes. What would the new day bring for the boy? Hopefully nothing but opportunities for the creation of good and happy memories. 1 minute. It happened but once a year, but was always the best of days- and now, just moments away, the boy drew a breath and held for but a few mere seconds until---
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
So there's my announcement for the day. My birthday now has but 23 hours and 59 minutes of life left...let's start it with a bit o' sleep. Keep it, yo.