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voidtreckernet2020-05-28 11:08 am
yep_stilldead) wrote in voidtreckernet2020-05-28 11:08 am
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Dear fellow passengers on the Voidtrecker Express:
I hope today sees you all in good spirits. I have been thinking a certain amount on the subject of birthdays - specifically, my own. The truth is, I don't remember exactly when my birthday was. It's been an awful long time since I celebrated one, so all that's left in my head is that it was somewhere in the spring. That may sound absurd, but if you think so, try spending twoo hundred years in the dark and see how much you remember afterwards.
In short, it is my opinion that at this point, I ought to be able to assign my birthday to whatever day I please. I've already missed out on hundreds of them, so in the interest of getting back on track, I'd like to make it as soon as possible. Incidentally, I do not wish to count those two hundred missed years towards my age, since I did nothing whatsoever during them and accordingly didn't age or mature at all. Furthermore, I don't think that being dead should mean I'm out of birthdays, in part because I'm still perfectly capable of celebrating them and in part because it would be terribly sad.
In conclusion, I would like to declare the 18th of Fiddlesticks to be my fifteenth birthday. Perhaps some sort of small party would be in order, but I'll refrain from demanding much, on account of my somewhat limited ability to help with the proceedings. To be perfectly honest, I would be perfectly happy even if all that happened was a few people dropping by to wish me a happy birthday.
I wish you all a good day.
Sincerely,
Ivy Wakefield
I hope today sees you all in good spirits. I have been thinking a certain amount on the subject of birthdays - specifically, my own. The truth is, I don't remember exactly when my birthday was. It's been an awful long time since I celebrated one, so all that's left in my head is that it was somewhere in the spring. That may sound absurd, but if you think so, try spending twoo hundred years in the dark and see how much you remember afterwards.
In short, it is my opinion that at this point, I ought to be able to assign my birthday to whatever day I please. I've already missed out on hundreds of them, so in the interest of getting back on track, I'd like to make it as soon as possible. Incidentally, I do not wish to count those two hundred missed years towards my age, since I did nothing whatsoever during them and accordingly didn't age or mature at all. Furthermore, I don't think that being dead should mean I'm out of birthdays, in part because I'm still perfectly capable of celebrating them and in part because it would be terribly sad.
In conclusion, I would like to declare the 18th of Fiddlesticks to be my fifteenth birthday. Perhaps some sort of small party would be in order, but I'll refrain from demanding much, on account of my somewhat limited ability to help with the proceedings. To be perfectly honest, I would be perfectly happy even if all that happened was a few people dropping by to wish me a happy birthday.
I wish you all a good day.
Sincerely,
Ivy Wakefield