I have a birthday . . . around the corner.
So, my birthday is around the corner, as in like the 16th (a week from today), and the damned day has a long and sad history of being a total shitville. One year a friend was murdered on my birthday, a cousin was shot the day after, it has been forgotten more times than I can count, I got used samples (as in the friend's hair was in the mascara) one year (let's not talk about that), and the day after I turned 30 I broke my foot. First broken bone at 30! So, I don't mind getting older . . . I mind shit that happens though. My 30th year blew, in astronomical ways. Yet, I've trudged on. Lupus still sucks, always will, but I was once told that I'd be dead long before now. I'm turning 37 on the 16th. Yes, yes I am. The comics book is in formatting for press, two articles will be done this week, a third book goes for press review at the end of summer, and . . . well, things are busy and that can only mean one thing. Life isn't too bad. Y...