So I had a birthday...

19 years, damn...I lived this long? After the day I had, that is pretty much how I'm feeling about this right now. Woke up to my alarm and this FUNKY-assed dream, followed by a 8-hour hell shift at Kroger's, and then hung around at HAAS and broke down on Ryan before midnight hit. Literally, I broke down ON him....his left.....er, right?...damn, yeah, right shoulder can attenst to this, as it got soaked with my tears and my allergen-catchers (read: snot).

Good birthDAY it was not, but a huge thanks out to everyone who wished me a happy one. Now there is some fucker honking his horn outside of the complex....ah, apartment life. Anyhoo, yeah - as far as days go, today wasn't one of my better ones. Yes I know it's technically 2am Monday, but until I wake up tomorrow, it's going to be Sunday to me.

I'll spare the angst here, mainly because well...I'm probably going to start crying again if I do so. It's reeeeaaaally hard to convince yourself to go to work when you have next to nothing to wake up for. Or up to, as my case may be. I really hate the fact I'm going to miss RCFM this year.....oh well, maybe I can go Friday or something.

Goddamnit, stupid emotions. Fuck the world, I'm going to bed.

Responsibility? What's that?

The responsible thing to do today would be to get dressed, go over to my parent's house to move the remaining boxes of mine from there to here and plan when a good time for my birthday dinner to happen before going to work at 4pm.

The irresponsible thing would be to go hook up my Cube, or just pick one of my game systems, and play wither Smash or some other form of video game before work.


I *might* do a load of laundry before going to work.