As of today, it has been 26 years that I have existed as Anne.
I haven't accomplished much, but eh, who's keeping track?
Although, if you look at what I have . . . only way it could be better is if I were near my nieces. I have good friends and my soulmate sleeps in my bedroom . . .
Work isn't so bad. Today I got balloons with Darth Vader, and a button that says Birthday Jedi on it.
Cindy made me wear it all day.
They got me a cake with Star Wars on it too. Truly, it was a Star Wars birthday
Amy Nesmith called me.
So did Chris-Luke.
Steph sent me a message.
I called my mother.
I wonder if my father will call?
Or my brother?
*shrug* Eh.
Anyways, today wasn't bad. At least I don't have to make myself a cake like I was gonna do. Which is good, 'cause I'm kinda tired.
But being back at work after six days of sick can tucker a person out.
I feel old, though.
Oh well.
I should go write . . .