For Lack of a Better Title

You know, I've been recently thinking about the phrase, "six feet under".
I really like that phrase. It has a really nice ring to it, no? I'm not thinking about it in the sense of someone being dead and buried, but more so focusing on the appealing nature of the words. It's a great juxtaposition of words, is all I'm saying. I'd love to find a place to use it, but that sort of implies that I'd have to kill someone to do it. And that's not fun, not in a Slice of Life story. We'll see, eh?

But I digress.
Morbid phrases are not what I intended to talk about here. Let's move on to something a little more important, shall we now?

Yesterday was my birthday. April the 19th (I share birthdays with Booker from Bioshock: Infinite. Just a little fun factoid for you. It matters not, however). It was a good day, plenty of time spent with the family and all. Plenty of Facebook notifications from people who I've never spoken to face-to-face in my life, but it's the thought that counts, right? Right? Right.

I also just happened to have completed another chapter for Sing Like You Can't Be Heard, so there's that. So, you could consider this my birthday present from me to you, in a manner of speaking. So enjoy.

Now go feel sadness.

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[LordGremlin]

Happy Birthday