Yep, since it’s after midnight, it’s technically my 26th birthday. Why am I up so late? I had to work, of course.
I’m not sure why I’m not into my own birthday at all…..i’d much rather forget it exists and just carry on like a normal person, yet everyone around me insists that we celebrate.
Celebrate what? Being another year older and wiser? It’s not like some magic switch gets thrown and I feel older and wiser all of a sudden.
I just don’t get it.
This weekend was supposed to be a nice, stress-free weekend of relaxing and enjoying the weekend since the past couple weekends have been busy. Instead, it feels like I’m chained to my cell phone, being within easy reach of a keyboard at all times, and I’m not on-call. Maybe I’m just bitching for no reason other than to hear myself bitch. Work has just been suffocating lately. I supposedly have mandatory online classes to take that are due on Monday….I’ll have to check. Maybe I’ll get a slap on the wrist.