Rosamicula (rosamicula) wrote,

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Age apparently can weary me

It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. (Anthony Powell, Earthly Power)

It's the afternoon of my 36th birthday and I'm soon going to be in bed with my cats enjoying a nap to help digest the enormous sushi lunch that I had with minusbat and godgirl. I also need to digest it properly to make adequate space for the dinner that the recently restored to these shores davywavy is going to take me out for. No archbishops for me. And no catamites, sadly, but I expect to have one by the time I'm eighty-one.

I was planning to issue a birthday honours list today, but in true Rosamiculan style have neither the time or the energy, so it will have to wait till tomorrow.

Thanks to all those lovely souls who havegiven me birthday greetings/food/sexual favours/cards/gifts thus far.
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