It was my birthday. i was working and listening to CBC radio, expecting to hear them reading an email from me that they chose among responses to a call for ideas for new TV specialty channels. That email never got read. I went out for dinner in what was something like a ghost town.
Oh - and I don't see any harm in forgetting. Allowing ourselves to be defined too much by a single terrible act - I find that more troublesome than any forgetting. I'm even working on forgetting my own birthday at this point.
Last edited by LX; 09-11-2013 at 06:36 PM.