February 01, 2004 :: 12:46 a.m.
it's all the Chinese guy's fault
Ah, February. You're here again with your strange spelling and freezing temperatures and smooshy love holiday. I don't particularly like you, mostly because you're historically really fucking cold, but at least you're short, right? Only this year, you get an extra day! So poo on me, I guess. God speed, little month. And please warm the hell up.
Seriously, it's just ridiculously cold out. And yes, it's colder elsewhere. Like everywhere north of here. But since I'm not currently stationed anywhere north of here, I can't bring myself to care. All I know is that it's going to be in the mid-twenties for most of the next week, with wintry mix shit all over the place. And that does not make me a happy girl, because I am sick to fucking death of freezing my ass off and wearing 12 layers of clothing and getting snow in my shoes and trying to keep my balance while walking on solid sheets of ice. It's like the christmas miracle that I haven't fallen on my ass yet this winter. Although, wait, scratch that - I did fall quite hard the first time it snowed, back in like November. But once in so many months of snowy/icy badness is really still quite a record for me. I usually leave butt-shaped dents in the snow trailing behind m from November to April.
So today (or technically yesterday) was Adam's 21st birthday. Yay! There was much merry-making. And pie. And I ate too much, but hopefully not so much that I'll be mad at myself tomorrow when I do my weekly weigh-in. His sister Meghan came up, toting the adorable baby Oliva along with her, and we did a birthday dinner at his dad's house after they had birthday brunch with his mom and grandma. He told me that he was kind of depressed about the whole thing, and that he would rather have had them all get together and go out someplace. His holidays and celebrations are always fragmented like that, and I know it bothers him. Obviously and understandably. I think if he would have voiced the desire for something like that it would have happened, but alas. Hopefully he ended up having a decent birthday anyway. I had to pretty much forcibly remove him from the kitchen to stop him from doing the dishes from his freaking birthday dinner, because he has this obsessive-compulsive dish-washing thing. Just like the waking up early on weekends thing. I don't get any of it, but I love him all the more for his eccentricities. Happy birthday, HB.
Hrm. Do I have more to say? Really, yes. But I don't feel like it. I never really feel much like it anymore, for whatever reason. When did this stop being so much fun? Maybe it's me, maybe it's my life, maybe it's the fault of some guy in China who flushed a goldfish on Tuesday. I don't know. Something's just missing, it seems like. Also, I'm tired. And I have to pee in a painful way. So that may have something to do with it.
Ciao, kids. Behave yourselves.
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