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Today is my birthday.  The seventh day of the seventh month. And I turned twenty-seven.  It's not quite my champagne birthday, but close enough.  Especially since I barely even knew what champagne was at age seven.

I share a birthday with Ringo Starr.  Ringo turned seventy today, an age which (obviously) also contains a seven.  Some say that sevens are lucky, and that the more sevens one can involve in his/her life, the luckier he or she will be.  I think that Ringo is certainly evidence of that.  Not that he isn't talented, but let's be realistic, people.

All this bodes well for me, I think.  At least it will if I convince myself it does, right?