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Oh, well, so I wasn't going to do anything for my birthday. I didn't last year either. What? The doo-doo-doo? Well, Rebecca is to blame. I mean to thank. And, um, so I guess a couple of days ago, Rebecca sent me a message on Telegram saying, Tell them what you're going to do for your birthday. And I'm like, uh, nothing. I was just going to like, wallow in self-pity and in my sad, pathetic dreams. Anyway, so, I would have been rated book. I would go down the lobby and hang out with friends here.