My sister just had to remind me that my birthday is in two weeks. There's something about being a younger sibling that forces you to rub it in your older siblings face that they're getting older. Or is that merely a youthful thing to do to tease those older than you? I'm feeling far too lonely to be enduring that increasing digit this year. Blah blah blah. She asked if anything was going on for my birthday, if she should clean up around the house in preparation. Hopefully that wasn't an indication that she's planning something herself because I'd feel too much like the party host to be doing anything in my own home and I'm definitely in no mood to be hosting a party.
Sorry, I'm in a funk this weekend. I'm going to try leaving the house in a bit, we'll see if that does me any good.
