I never thought I'd grow up, I never thought I'd be an adult, and the thought of all that responsibility -- running a police station and delivering witty repartee and advice (I know it's fiction, but people do stuff like that) -- the weight of the world on your shoulders and I'm thinking Where's my great responsibility? What burden of the world am I shouldering?
In any event -- my friends (y'alls) thanks for a most spectacular birthday bash last night. Many thanks to Trillian, and Patrick at Dancing Ferret, and my most awesome friends in Carfax Abbey, and Voltaire and everybody who came out and came up and said hello and thanks for all the well wishes here -- it means a lot. (Someone back stage asked "where's Roswell?" -- she hates loud noises.)
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