Birthday

So, another birthday has come and gone.  I have to say that this birthday, by far, sucked more than most.

I didn't even get a fucking card.

I know - I am 30 (something), and birthdays aren't what they used to be, but damn.  I would have really liked a card - even a present would have been nice.  I take that back - I did get a present.  A t-shirt from a restaurant we went to a few weeks back from my Mom.  Typical.

The one girlfriend that I could have gone out with bailed on me, and honestly - I know it is SO sad, but I don't have friends that I can call up and say, 'Hey - it's my fucking birthday - let's go drink!'

....even worse is that I don't have friends that would surprise me, or even call to say that they were all taking me out.

Yes, I am being a big fucking cry baby today.  Get the fuck over it.

...and to make it all better, the hot water heater that is in the attic, and right above my bedroom decided to spring a leak from a rusty pipe Friday night, and drip down to my closet soaking my closet floor.  I now have half the carpet in my room gone, a hole in the ceiling, 3 industrial size fans, and one de-humidifier that have to run until Monday night, and have been running since yesterday afternoon.

My closet, and all of the contents are strewn between the dining room and hallway, along with my dresser and dresser drawers.  I slept in Ashleigh's room last night because she actually wanted to sleep in my room with the fans going.

I want to go back to Friday night and start all over again.

I am also on my way to the gym to get it all out.

hmph.