Feeling whiney
Trust me - you don't want to read this. This is Erin feeling whiney.
My birthday was two days ago and Stuart and Clinton (and my sisters) were the only ones who noticed. A poem I spent weeks on was rejected (technically the email was sent on the 21st, but I didn't get it until the 22nd) and I was totally trashed about it. I climbed into the shower and cried. Pretty pathetic, huh?
We spent the day at the Toronto Zoo, but around lunch time I decided to get some money out of the bank machine so we could do some extra stuff only to discover - the bank account is down to $10. My sister gave me some money for my birthday, so we had to use that for gas to get home. I really wanted a picnic lunch, but we couldn't afford to get the stuff for it.
Part of the money problem is the dog - she got sick this week in Toronto and we had to take her to the vet (which cost us a pretty penny, but when your dog gets sick you don't just ignore it). As for me, I'm recovering from pneumonia and a sinus infection, and I've managed to injure my left foot, so walking is incredibly painful.
Thankfully Mark (Shannon's husband) made me a WONDERFUL birthday dinner and bought a really decadent chocolate cake.
Who would have thought 39 could feel so crappy. I feel like such an ungrateful pain in the @$%, but I'm just seriously bummed about this birthday. Usually at least the newsgroup remembers and posts a "Happy birthday, Erin" thread. At this point I really don't feel like posting a snippet - what would I snippet, the poem that was just rejected?
No, I don't need you guys to make anything better - I just needed a minute to whine.
My birthday was two days ago and Stuart and Clinton (and my sisters) were the only ones who noticed. A poem I spent weeks on was rejected (technically the email was sent on the 21st, but I didn't get it until the 22nd) and I was totally trashed about it. I climbed into the shower and cried. Pretty pathetic, huh?
We spent the day at the Toronto Zoo, but around lunch time I decided to get some money out of the bank machine so we could do some extra stuff only to discover - the bank account is down to $10. My sister gave me some money for my birthday, so we had to use that for gas to get home. I really wanted a picnic lunch, but we couldn't afford to get the stuff for it.
Part of the money problem is the dog - she got sick this week in Toronto and we had to take her to the vet (which cost us a pretty penny, but when your dog gets sick you don't just ignore it). As for me, I'm recovering from pneumonia and a sinus infection, and I've managed to injure my left foot, so walking is incredibly painful.
Thankfully Mark (Shannon's husband) made me a WONDERFUL birthday dinner and bought a really decadent chocolate cake.
Who would have thought 39 could feel so crappy. I feel like such an ungrateful pain in the @$%, but I'm just seriously bummed about this birthday. Usually at least the newsgroup remembers and posts a "Happy birthday, Erin" thread. At this point I really don't feel like posting a snippet - what would I snippet, the poem that was just rejected?
No, I don't need you guys to make anything better - I just needed a minute to whine.