Happy Birthday To Me.

[said_scarlett]

Thanks to everyone who's wished me a happy birthday today. *hugs* I know I said I didn't want a big deal made of it, but I'm bleeding and depressed and so damn sick and it just really meant a lot that some folks remembered.

I've only been awake for an hour, and already it's been a comedy of errors that borders on epic. I would probably find it amusing, were it happening to someone other than me. Or on the television. This sort of thing is hilarious on the TV.

I'm put in mind of Sixteen Candles, despite the fact it's been a very long time since I was sixteen. The sentiment remains, with a few small differences. But I somehow doubt I'm going to end up having the time of my life with the handsome hunk later tonight. Most likely I'll have watered down soup, a bucket, and CSI since it's the only thing on TV that I haven't already seen every episode of.

I think it goes without saying that I'm still sick. Which didn't stop my folks from buying a cake, and then informing me they'll just eat it, since I can't. That's just great. I've been putting off opening a card from my uncle, since that's pretty much the most exciting thing I've got going on today.

I think I'm going to go back to bed.

Comments

[attilatehbun.livejournal.com]

You should find where they put the cake, steal it, and hide it in your room so that you can eat the whole thing without sharing once you're feeling better.

*cuddles*

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

It's in the fridge. And I've decided I'm going to have a piece anyway.

[attilatehbun.livejournal.com]

Good! Yes! Because it's your damn birthday cake dammit, and you should get to eat the damn thing. Damn.

Is it a delicious-flavor cake?

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

It's a boston creme cake, my favorite. And apparently if I'm feeling better tomorrow, we're going out to dinner. (There was...stuff. That made my dad feel really sorry for me.)