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Yep! That's my birthday! XD
Nov. 25th, 2006 08:09 pmHappy Birthday to Me!
I'm not thirty-three!
I got two whole presents!
Happy Birthday to Me!
~giggles~ It's been...a birthday. Seriously. If you don't know me that well, you might not know what I mean by that. Mostly, all of my life, my birthdays kinda stink. Something goes wrong, or it's just blah and lonely, or everything gets on my nerves, or something. It's very rare that I'll have a birthday that actually goes right, though it has happened. On the other hand, the weeks surrounding my birthday tend to rock. Completely.
So, emotionally things have been great for the last week or so. I'm really proud of what I've written all month, and I feel like I could really make a living at this writing thing again. I'm full of confidence, and the occasional bouts of depression have been amazingly easy to shake off. Today was just one little thing after another, though. I woke up sick, my mother spent the night and was starting to strain my patience, Anakin was grouchy for no reason, the restaurant we were going to eat at went out of business, the hot dog place we ended up eating at was crowded, I had a (very) minor allergic reaction to something I touched while we were shopping afterward and my thumb was swollen to about twice its size for a while, a cashier at one place we went to was grouchy and just rubbed me the wrong way, the SO creature isn't spending my birthday with me, and I've lost my voice so naturally people keep calling me.
Stupid little stuff that wouldn't normally be worth mentioning, but today's my birthday, and all I got was a cheesecake, a bottle of almond syrup, and a few things at the dollar store. If this weren't so perfectly typical of my birthday, I might be upset.
As it is, I just can't stop laughing. (Until I start coughing, that is. Owie. Okay. I *can* stop laughing, but it takes pain to do it. XP)
So. This is thirty-two.
It's gonna be a great year for writing. ~grin~
EDIT: I now have bottled water, a tummy full of clam chowder, a slightly increased word count, brownie mix, and my wolf cub. This has settled into a pretty good birthday after all. ♥
I'm not thirty-three!
I got two whole presents!
Happy Birthday to Me!
~giggles~ It's been...a birthday. Seriously. If you don't know me that well, you might not know what I mean by that. Mostly, all of my life, my birthdays kinda stink. Something goes wrong, or it's just blah and lonely, or everything gets on my nerves, or something. It's very rare that I'll have a birthday that actually goes right, though it has happened. On the other hand, the weeks surrounding my birthday tend to rock. Completely.
So, emotionally things have been great for the last week or so. I'm really proud of what I've written all month, and I feel like I could really make a living at this writing thing again. I'm full of confidence, and the occasional bouts of depression have been amazingly easy to shake off. Today was just one little thing after another, though. I woke up sick, my mother spent the night and was starting to strain my patience, Anakin was grouchy for no reason, the restaurant we were going to eat at went out of business, the hot dog place we ended up eating at was crowded, I had a (very) minor allergic reaction to something I touched while we were shopping afterward and my thumb was swollen to about twice its size for a while, a cashier at one place we went to was grouchy and just rubbed me the wrong way, the SO creature isn't spending my birthday with me, and I've lost my voice so naturally people keep calling me.
Stupid little stuff that wouldn't normally be worth mentioning, but today's my birthday, and all I got was a cheesecake, a bottle of almond syrup, and a few things at the dollar store. If this weren't so perfectly typical of my birthday, I might be upset.
As it is, I just can't stop laughing. (Until I start coughing, that is. Owie. Okay. I *can* stop laughing, but it takes pain to do it. XP)
So. This is thirty-two.
It's gonna be a great year for writing. ~grin~
EDIT: I now have bottled water, a tummy full of clam chowder, a slightly increased word count, brownie mix, and my wolf cub. This has settled into a pretty good birthday after all. ♥
