Happy Birthday to me… blah, blah, blah.
I m 26 today and I have to say that I m not enjoying it all that much so far. It’s been raining and cold all day (with snow forecast for the weekend. Ugh.), I spent all day in work with no central heating and only one patient in for an appointment, and then I burnt my finger on a curling iron. Woe is me.
And I’ve pretty much decided that I just don’t enjoy my birthday. It doesn’t make sense to me as a day. Everyone is basically celebrating the arrival of another day that is, in reality, just like the day before and the day to come. (I have the same hatred of New Year). Pointlessness.
Still. Presents are nice. Especially this from my Dad.
In summary: complaining for no good reason. Just ignore me.