My brain / guts / bad timing took new year's eve from me. That means war.
People around me know I've a thing for making up new events.
We got lots of Rebirthdays, we actually celebrate the Last Supper, I married myself on 6 / 6 / 6 just because I couldn't waste the date.
From today I'll be celebrating a new re-vent, New Year's Rive.
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