Birthday bugs
It’s my birthday!
I’m stuffed full of chicken and leak risotto, followed by brownie and ice-cream. And I got a cactus from someone at work.
There was somewhat stiffened awkwardness when I brought cake to the office this morning. Half the office, the muslim half, were overly polite and I even got some mixed holiday greetings like “Merry new year”. Muslims don’t do birthdays.
But I figured I can push my one pagan day a year on them – who’s going to say no to cake?
Other than that, the usual helium and butterflies in my stomach and random tears abound. I’m not going to care if I cry on my birthday anymore: maybe then it will go away like the opposite of Heidinger. But it might still be like Shrodinger half-unshed tears.
Not that it’s a bad birthday. I’m just always too highly strung.
Anyway, can’t wait until tomorrow when this will all blow over!
I’m stuffed full of chicken and leak risotto, followed by brownie and ice-cream. And I got a cactus from someone at work.
There was somewhat stiffened awkwardness when I brought cake to the office this morning. Half the office, the muslim half, were overly polite and I even got some mixed holiday greetings like “Merry new year”. Muslims don’t do birthdays.
But I figured I can push my one pagan day a year on them – who’s going to say no to cake?
Other than that, the usual helium and butterflies in my stomach and random tears abound. I’m not going to care if I cry on my birthday anymore: maybe then it will go away like the opposite of Heidinger. But it might still be like Shrodinger half-unshed tears.
Not that it’s a bad birthday. I’m just always too highly strung.
Anyway, can’t wait until tomorrow when this will all blow over!
posted by Nadine at 4:02 PM
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