Happy birthday me. Birthdays are

Happy birthday me.

Birthdays are so lame. I’m always depressed on them. Today is no different. I don’t know why. I have great friends and family, I’m in a great place in my life (with notable exceptions), I got a bj for breakfast this morning… what could I possibly have to complain about? Nothing really.

What do I end up thinking about all morning: Why haven’t I written a novel yet? Why am I still working in the suburbs? Why does 70% of the joy in my life revolve around playing the latest and greatest video games? Why can’t I have a car that doesn’t come up with a different strange noise every few weeks? Why does my house have bats?

*heavy, pathetic sigh*

I wanted to leave early today, it still might happen, but suddenly instead of a short project that’s almost done, I have 3 short projects that will probably tie me up till the end of the week. I may still steal an hour or two and play with MT.

2 Replies to “Happy birthday me. Birthdays are”

  1. happy birthday marty!

    the greatest thing i did was getting rid of my sony playstation. so much extra time in your hands: time to look for a job in the city, time to fix your car (or save some money to get a new one, time to annihilate the bats. ;)

    seriously, once i stopped playing games life became a lot less complicated.

    cheers.

    Wed 12:4

  2. Hey! Happy Birthday grid (a day late) !!! How did we not sing to you today at lunch? Dammit! Well–consider yourself sung to.

    !SMOOCH!

    Thu 22:15

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