Happy Birthday to Me
Why is it that every birthday I get depressed and lonely? I guess I set high expectations or something. This year i didn't but still feel this way. Maybe it's the idea that I'm getting older. Maybe it's a wake up call. Why am I taking a 3 hour nap when I could be hanging out with friends? Why am I writing a journal entry when I could be walking to any number of places for the possible free drink? I'm already sick of drinking. Don't want any more of it. I think I'd rather do something else like watch a movie or curl up in my pajamas in a cold room and view An Affair to Remember. Maybe I should do that instead. Call everyone up and say, "hey. Thanks for caring and wanting to do things with me today but I think I'd like to stay at home alone and slit my wrists instead. Cheers!" The a/c stopped working last night. It just keeps dripping this horrible stink water into the carpet, hissing and spitting all the while. NPR is having this one-minute fiction contest that ends on the 25th of the month. I thought about entering but can't seem to follow through. Talk about sick of things. All sorts of 'em. Fuck it.