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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Date: 2006-07-13 06:06 am (UTC)From:This year, I slept till noon, took mom to lunch, came home, played my music loud, read some of your fics, called my kid and made her laugh, had my art lesson, pigged out on Black Tie Cheesecake, had a bubblebath and then read a book until I fell asleep with two fat cats draped over me. Simple, fun and peaceful.
Sometimes you just have to say fuck it and make the day your own. VBEG
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Date: 2006-07-13 10:48 am (UTC)From:You could do something fun, like a wine tour (if those areas are close enough). A whole day/weekend getting squiffy in the sunshine cos someone else is driving! It worked the last time I got stressed anyway *hic* especially after they threw in a distillery and chocolate factory :)
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Date: 2006-07-13 03:50 pm (UTC)From:Sounds like your birthday plan is quite lovely :)