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Worst. Birthday. Ever.
Apr. 19th, 2009 09:32 pmIt started out all right. Yesterday (with the exception of spilling my smoothie on the floor and having some major pains from hauling around books in the heat) I had a great time celebrating BookCrossing's birthday with my fellow BC in DCers. We also got the news that we were voted to host the 2011 BookCrossing convention! It's going to be a lot of hard work planning, but I can't wait! Plus, two of my friends got me books off my wish list, both of which I want to read and one of which has been stalking me at the library, begging to be read. So that was really, really great.
This morning, I slept as long as I needed, which was 10 hours. I got up and leisurely headed to the thirft store where I bought 2 bags of books and a thing of yarn that will be great for a small Snape scarf with a coupon for $5 off my purchase of $10.50. Awesome. I snarfed two landmarks, too. And I got a lot of nice birthday wishes on Twitter and LJ. *hugs my flist*
But that's just about where the happy ends. Half of my family is sick, and I'm especially worried about my mommy who keeps mentioning how she just wants to die and get it over with. Not really a happy thought. I'm really worried about her. Of course she won't go to the doctor, but I doubt they'd be able to do anything more about it anyway. Fuck ulcerative colitis. Anyway, no one's feeling up to going to eat where I wanted to eat and they didn't bother getting me any presents that would arrive in time. So absolutely no celebration. Which I wasn't happy about but I can cope. I'm used to disappointment. And it's not like I can do anything about my mother and sister being sick.
But then I get this phone call from the daughter of one of the writers in my writers' roundtable group. Her father died on Thursday and she and her sister and going through his address book letting everyone know the funeral is next Saturday. And she totally broke down crying on the phone with me about how much her father loved writing, and I totally broke down for hours. I was worried since he's at EVERY meeting and he wasn't at the Wednesday meeting and now I know why. He was SUCH a great guy and a friend. He was a good writer and extremely supportive of the rest of us. He came to all my write-ins in November and we'd spend hours talking about writing and life and everything else. It was really sudden and shocking and just plain awful.
So, yeah, totally sucky birthday evening. Plus my room is a friggin MESS and I have SO much work to do and can't move around without arms or legs in total pain. Oh,a nd did I mention the $2000 dental work that cut my mouth up that still makes it hurt to eat one one side of mouth? And I totally forgot to generate a bunny last week but I'm not in the mood to write a penalty drabble *sigh*
Sorry for complaining. There were a lot of good spots during my weekend (I'll post a photo diary update for the last few days tonight, I hope) but getting news of a friend's death sort of puts a damper on everything.
This morning, I slept as long as I needed, which was 10 hours. I got up and leisurely headed to the thirft store where I bought 2 bags of books and a thing of yarn that will be great for a small Snape scarf with a coupon for $5 off my purchase of $10.50. Awesome. I snarfed two landmarks, too. And I got a lot of nice birthday wishes on Twitter and LJ. *hugs my flist*
But that's just about where the happy ends. Half of my family is sick, and I'm especially worried about my mommy who keeps mentioning how she just wants to die and get it over with. Not really a happy thought. I'm really worried about her. Of course she won't go to the doctor, but I doubt they'd be able to do anything more about it anyway. Fuck ulcerative colitis. Anyway, no one's feeling up to going to eat where I wanted to eat and they didn't bother getting me any presents that would arrive in time. So absolutely no celebration. Which I wasn't happy about but I can cope. I'm used to disappointment. And it's not like I can do anything about my mother and sister being sick.
But then I get this phone call from the daughter of one of the writers in my writers' roundtable group. Her father died on Thursday and she and her sister and going through his address book letting everyone know the funeral is next Saturday. And she totally broke down crying on the phone with me about how much her father loved writing, and I totally broke down for hours. I was worried since he's at EVERY meeting and he wasn't at the Wednesday meeting and now I know why. He was SUCH a great guy and a friend. He was a good writer and extremely supportive of the rest of us. He came to all my write-ins in November and we'd spend hours talking about writing and life and everything else. It was really sudden and shocking and just plain awful.
So, yeah, totally sucky birthday evening. Plus my room is a friggin MESS and I have SO much work to do and can't move around without arms or legs in total pain. Oh,a nd did I mention the $2000 dental work that cut my mouth up that still makes it hurt to eat one one side of mouth? And I totally forgot to generate a bunny last week but I'm not in the mood to write a penalty drabble *sigh*
Sorry for complaining. There were a lot of good spots during my weekend (I'll post a photo diary update for the last few days tonight, I hope) but getting news of a friend's death sort of puts a damper on everything.
