Worst. Birthday. Ever. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

It's 4:41 am and I can't sleep. Yesterday was easily one of the worst birthdays ever. I held to my plan of no hard alcohol. And proceeded to drink to much wine. Vodka, I can measure. Wine, I can not. I went to pukeytown three times and then retired at 9 PM to sleep it off. Can't remember getting sick on my birthday. As well, I invited more people, and NONE OF THEM CAME. Just the usual suspects, Erik, Liz, and Trent (and Elissa). I may just not bother with ever expecting a "party" ever again.

The kicker is that, Elissa aside, HER MOM was the only other person to express any sort of sentiment to me. Erik, Liz, and Trent get a pass because they showed up, but really? I'm that unimportant to people? THIS IS WHY I NEVER HAD PARTIES. Because you ultimately are disappointed.

If I'm objective, I'll acknowledge I made FANTASTIC tacos, and the video gaming was a lot of fun. But I was too sick to make brownies, and was otherwise depressed most of the day. You can't plan to be happy, it pisses me off. Guess I'll forget being happy and just do whatever's best for myself. That is, I'm contemplating hitting the gym. Hey, it DOES open at 5 AM.