So I just realized I’ll be all alone for my birthday (which is Monday March 5). I am taking the day off of work, which is probably a stupid idea because at least that would keep me busy for 8 hours. But now I have no plans and my friends seem to have class, work, or don’t want to take the time to see me (this is not a pity party… ok, maybe a tiny one. I’ll get over it.).
So … Julia must get plans. She must make plans. She wishes she was home in Ann Arbor. She wishes her friends across the country would not be so across the country and be across the room instead. She can’t wait to see her Mama on Saturday. Thank God for mamas.
Ah well, since when did I care about birthdays anyway? Right?