It's colder now than it was in December.

How can it be March already? The year only just began! There's still snow outside and everything!

Aside from many serious things that I really should write about some other time (some other time?), this means that it's only a coupla weeks till my 33rd birthday.

After my experiences in past years, I can't really be bothered to organise a party, but then again, thirty-three. An important number, when a Hobbit lass comes of age. I'll be moping forever if I don't at least try to get a couple of people to come and celebrate. (I'm assuming that even grown-up Hobbit don't stop moping.) Then again, I'll also be moping forever if I try to get people to come, and they don't. Aaaaaagh what to do.

Also, as my birthday is also my grandfather's birthday, and he's turning 90 this year (HOW CAN IT BE 2016 ALREADY?), I'll probably need to pick a different date. (If I celebrate in the first place.) BUT WHICH ONE. No, not the same. Our circles of friends don't really overlap, and 123 isn't as cool as 144 anyway.

Cannot cope. Off to Mordor...

This completely useless and incredibly grown-up post was brought to you by Lyra Needs To Hear Herself Thinking, Apparently.

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