Well. My birthday kinda sucks. It's a bunch of little things. I've been fighting with being sick/PMDD/depressed for a while, I feel like poops and am soooo tired. My mom is being obsessive/anxiety girl. Protip: yelling match on your birthday =/= funtiems. All my friends are having problems of some sort. I'm not prepared for my party tomorrow. I have a fuck lot of things to do and zero energy to do them. Also? I kicked mom's burgler stick into my shin. It's like a bat. That shit hurts. And I've been naseous all day. I need to pluck my eyebrows, they are Neandertal status. But it's gonna hurt. Wah. Oh, and I'm out of any kind of pain pill. Meh.
On the plus side, best friend called, Aunt sent a cute card, got a few cool presents from mom, and my dad actually remembered to call me. So there's that.