Bleah

[ithildin]

I hate my birthday. It's a long standing tradition to hate it, but this year, I seemed to have been lulled into a false sense of cheery good feelings about it. Till tonight. Now I remember why it's a stupid day that isn't worth acknowledging. Note to self: don't get suckered in next year! Considering how crashingly depressed I am right at this moment, by Sunday, I should be a complete basket case. Go me.

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[aerwynblue.livejournal.com]

I was trying to find something, a prosaic, witty saying to offer you in comfort. But I couldn't find anything that suits, and I've never been accused of being a "quick wit". So, all I can offer is a virtual shoulder and a few virtual pints of Ben & Jerry's Dublin Mudslide. And my cat, Misha, gives you a friendly headbutt, even though he's still pissed at me 'cause I wouldn't let him go outside to say "hello" to the skunk family that was living under our apartment building ;) "slurp"-damn ice cream's melting-guess I shoulda chilled the rum before I added it to the carton.
Ah well, I need to get some sleep-seein' triple from staring at computer monitors all night. Go to bed, you! And I hope that things get better tomorrow. (grins wearily)

G'night,
Lettie

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)