It's my 36th bithday today.

Let's see...a year ago I was a homeless refugee in Houston, while my newly-purchased house in New Orleans sat under 12 feet of toxic water. My boyfriend was going psychotic from PTSD and crystal meth and taking it out on me, and I had a cold and laryngitis so bad I was squeaking like a broken accordian...and the hamster was dying.

It's been an interesting year to say the least--in some way my worst and in some ways my best, definitely my most memorable.

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