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So I lost half a workday today to further system issues. It finally got back up around noon, just in time for me to go to lunch. Ugh. How vexing. I scored an hour of overtime this week, though, because I asked for it. So that’s cool.
After work, I came home and Fen and I discussed dinner and the makings thereof. I made butter chicken from a can with garlic butter rice. It was a quick meal, but nowhere near spicy enough for me.
We watched Fen’s school’s production of The Wizard of Oz this evening. It was cute. I still love the Scarecrow character. I worked more on Papa Ben’s blanket too. I don’t think I’ll have Pop Tom’s Buffalo plaid done before Father’s Day but you never know.
It looks like I have lunch plans with the high school gang on the 26th of June for my birthday. It’ll be nice to see them all.
The 27th was supposed to be my actual birthday micro-party, but it may not be happening at all. Maybe I’ll just get together with Reffie, Fen, and DW? I dunno. I want some cake, god damn it. I wish I could afford to take them all to the Melting Pot for my birthday but with it being like $35-40 a head, there’s no way I can swing that alone. I’ll figure something out.
I kind of want to bring in donuts or cupcakes for my coworkers that day. Something to commemorate my actual birthday on the day of. Even if it’s just having nachos and pancakes at Denny’s with Fen. Or Tijuana Flats.
I dunno. I’m sad about my birthday this year because I won’t be able to celebrate with J and Bill6 and Reffie. I guess it’s whatever. Thirty six is just another birthday. I’ll be shocked if I get anything further, honestly. DW has terrible impulse control and got me two marvelous stones for my birthday.
Maybe I’ve just got the morbs in general today. I’m frustrated, in pain, and am having trouble seeing the positive.
Mentally I’m… I don’t know what I am. Numb? I had such a good weekend and my brain is seemingly retaliating by making me a tired sad sack. Ugh.
I’ve got to be at work by 7:45 a.m. tomorrow so I’ll cut myself off here.
Take your meds, folks.
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