post-natum depression
UPDATE: 9 March 2005, 2:07 AM
There's a very good reason why I'm always out of the country on my birthday.
Shitty things tend to happen when I stay in town.
Today was awful. Nothing in particular, but a million little things and a
constant headache in the back of my head made for an unpleasant experience.
Then the one thing that is supposed to make it all better, going out for wings
with the boys, gets called off.
Why?
Because my boyfriend spun out on some ice in Perth. He escaped with no
scratches (when he could just as easily have died), but his car sustained some
significant damage.
Then wing night is back on again, although not for me -- for him, to calm him
down after this awful experience.
By the time we get ourselves organized and there, it's past midnight and my
birthday is over. I only get half a glass of beer because I'm driving and I
have a concussion. Then my birthday money, for unforeseen reasons, pays for
my birthday meal for me and my friends.
So now I had a shitty day and I have absolutely no cash.
So I give up on birthdays. I'm not having them any more. There are no longer
any reasons for me to leave town, and if staying here is going to mean another
day like today . . . no thanks, I'll pass.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be up in five hours to begin another shitty
day.
Posted by Ally at March 9, 2005 02:07 AM