Gah.
I actually think my birthday this year was the best in years, if only for the fact that it wasn’t a really boring day that I spent sitting around with that hollow feeling that always seems to flood my body every significant holiday.
The night before I was really bored, so I went to bed around 9:30 or 10. I had a great sleep, and woke up really easily, so I had some time to kill in the morning. Turned on the computer to find a bunch of electronic birthday wishes from a bunch of my friends, so that made a nice start to the day. Had an awesome day at work, spending my breaks conversing with a couple awesome people through this hip new thing called <i>text messaging</i>. Got home, talked to friends. Went to my mom’s for dinner, and came back to watch TV before bed. That’s it. It was a nice day.
So then we did a birthday dinner type thing at my Mom’s house today. I asked a few of my friends if they wanted to come, and of course none of them could make it. Yeah, that’s cool. So it was just the family, and it’s not a bad thing. I got to see my nephew. I didn’t get anything – not even a card – but whatever. I’m used to it, I guess.
I took my Xbox with me because afterwards I was supposed to be going over to Patrick’s house to hang with him since he couldn’t make it to the birthday thing, but, as usual whenever I make plans with people, that fell through, too! It ended up with my parents watching me play GTA San Andreas for a couple hours and then me just going home. We’re gonna try to do something tomorrow night, so hopefully that will work, since he’s going back to the army thing Tuesday morning.
So, yeah. Now I’m just sitting here with that oh-so-familiar hollow feeling again. I guess I shouldn’t speak so soon all the time.
