Hypoxia
doesn't watch television
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My birth stories: I was a gift to my mother's sister, born on her birthday. To ensure a timely landing, Mom was driven over every bumpy road within 20 miles. It worked; I popped out at a quarter to midnight. Aunty and I celebrated together every year; her daughter's birthday was 3 days later but she was allowed some cake too. I was delivered in a specific birthing room in a small local private hospital in which Mom later worked as a nurse. Three weeks after me, Tom Waits was born in the same room. But I look better. My parents were both dark-haired. I was born a blondie but darkened a few years later, much to their relief. Luckily the milkman was not blond.