Thanks, guys! I appreciate you.
I'm not sure why, but birthdays have always been a downer for me. Not other people's b'days (I celebrate them with all the gusto I can) but on my own birthday I just want to crawl under a rock. That's what I wanted to do all day today. I left work early, quashed all the plans to decorate and be festive, slept for 3 hours, barely ate any of the great dinner my mate cooked for me, avoided answering the phone whenever I could... In spite of all your best wishes, it hasn't been a very good day. The only thing I can say is that tomorrow will be better, and thank gawd for that.
Does anyone else suffer the same kind of anti-birthday anxiety?
Love you guys. Thanks for thinking of me.
"That which does not kill us, surely makes us stonger." - Neitsche