It's my birthday weekend. The actual day is Sunday. This year I just didn't have the energy to want to plan a big party and I didn't have anyone just leaping out of their skin to do it for me either. In all honesty, for me the year has been deflating and for everyone around me it's been harder than that.
So for this weekend, I'm pretty much just doing what is expected. I don't even know what I'm doing tonight. Tomorrow is a plasma donation, a baby shower for a friend, try to make it to a funeral to support another friend, then my show, which will serve as my birthday party.
Sunday I'll do breakfast with my parents, church, jazz rehearsal, play rehearsal, and dinner with
azurelion.
Bring on year 36. It's time to pump some life back into me.