Hot soup on one's hand is rather painful.
I saw my grandparents, who fed me lots of cookies, and my parents took me out to eat (I had a rather excellent Hawaiian strombolli as well as Graeter's ice cream). My sister and aunt also called to wish me a happy birthday.
I am now 23. I can no longer truly sing that Simon & Garfunkel line, "I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long..." I remember hearing that song in high school and wondering about being 22. It wasn't a bad year, although parts of it really sucked. I've decided that being 23 will be good. If it isn't, I shall pretend that it is good. I have 23 years of experience in pretending.
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