I want a normal birthday. That's what I want. Every year the hand of the gods swoop down from the heavens, and knock me on my butt with strange, random, and odd weirdness that usually centers around grabbing fistfulls of money out of my pocketbook, and leaving me emotionally barren, tired, or anxious (all of the above mebbe).
This year I have moved suddenly, and have blown the bearings on my car. I had much better plans but this is what has occurred in the stead. The good news is, I will be working on my birthday.
I think by the time my birthday comes, I will be wanting much needed rest.
Waaah/Off rant.