Birthday love

I'm a little bit drunk. White wine, and all that lovely glow around my head um, yes. oops. But still. It's my birthday, and it is love and it is the best birthday ever. I am nineteen and that is love too. It's different from eighteen, yes it is, because I am feeling all nice inside and I hope I keep feeling nice inside for the rest of the year.

(Since I wrote the above I have had three more glasses of rosé. I am really really pissed. But as I was just observing, my linguistic skills seem to be the last to go, after my motor skills and whatever the skill is that stops you seeing white-wine halos around everything.)

But everything is beautiful. Really, really beautiful. I had a lovely lovely birthday and I shall write about it all in the morning, when I shall be lucid. But at the moment I love everybody and I love everything and I would feel the same if I hadn't had a drop. Thank you everyone for all your kind wishes and love and nice thoughts, and my life is wonderful.