I’ve been muchly sad this week, in that way that you know there’s nothing particularly wrong at the moment, but you just can’t seem to shake it so you go to wait it out. I put it down to birthday exhaustion. As much as this year the plan for my birthday was more of an absence of plan, I set out to collect birthday wishes from muchly muchly people. This ment, weeks in advance, making sure people were definately going to where they were probably going anyway, so that when the event arrived everyone would be in the same place and I could bask in the communal glow.
And it worked. Last saturday night was a night of happiness such that I’d not seen in quite a while. Birthday wishes were overflowing, and I collected birthday snogs from two lovely people, and one totally random guy.
But I’ve been feeling a bit flat since then. This, of course, is the direct result of lack of sleep, disco lollies, alco-ma-hol, and the relentlessness of work. Of course, no one at work has quite gotten the fact that my weekend was a touch, ahem, big, and so I’ve been suffering through the onslaught of "happy birthday"s and "what are you doing to celebrate?"s for days now. I nod politely and smile and say "Thankyou," and "Nothing much" at the appropriate places, all the while wishing they would go away. Of course, my best friend at work knows all about my weekend, and how I’ve been feeling, and so festooned my desk with balloons and streamers, just to irritate me. grrr.
And so, now, on to 29.
Aaah, shitshitshit! I know I had it in my phone calender - but still I missed it. Turns out I’d put your birthday drinkies in the wrong month. A thousand apologies my dear. Shall make it up to you by buying you a ludicrous cocktail one day perhaps?
Comment by Miss Y — August 26, 2007 @ 11:48 am