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Today is my birthday.

Somehow, I've managed to make it through 43 years on this planet. Forty-three. That's not a terribly large number, looking at it from this side of it, but that felt absolutely ancient when I was 16, or 25, or even 30. I mean, it was on this day, THIRTEEN years ago that Charles and Melissa threw a birthday party for me, invited my closest friends, and helped me say goodbye to my 20s. It was on this day, 12 years ago, when Scott -- who was then my roommate -- and a couple of people in my WoW guild, were the only people to recognize my birthday. It was on this day, 33 years ago, that my bunny rabbit's music box quit playing. It was on this day, 21 years ago (I think), that I didn't hear from ANYONE on my birthday except my brother, who I picked up and ran around with (this was corrected that weekend, but at the time, it was overwhelming). Heck, it was on this date, 22 years ago, that I sat on the hill behind the house in Munford that Kevin shared with his parents, reveling in my first legal drink (it was champagne).

I actually worked today. I didn't stay the whole day, but actually got up and went in to work. I realized, halfway through my day, that I will never work on my birthday again, if there is any way I can help it. I work on computers, and Windows 10 displays the time and date real big on the login screens. I don't recall exactly what the time was, but sometime shortly after my break, I realized that seeing "January 7" felt weird. I won't say that *I* felt disconnected, but it didn't feel like my birthday, and I didn't like it one bit. I've always said birthdays ARE special and, at the very least, *I* should recognize my birthday, even if no one else does.

I should have broken habits today, when I left work. I meant to pick up at least a pint of Wild Turkey, because there ain't nothing better for coughs than a shot or two of Wild Turkey 101. I meant to go see Aquaman, but I think I talked myself out of it, because of the coughing. I should have gone to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and indulged my ludicrous love of kitchen utensils, cookware, bedding, and towels. I should have picked somewhere random, and driven there. The thing is, none of that really appealed to me today.

Instead, I came home. The place was empty, and I opened my new Death T-Shirt that came in the mail (the image is my Facebook wall photo: "You get what anyone gets... you get a lifetime."). Then, I sat down at my computer, for I had a plan. This wasn't in lieu of better plans. This wasn't a result of being unhappy and depressed. My plan today may have made me more than a little anxious and nervous, but it was borne out of something good.

My plan was simple: I was going to buy some brushes and paint, and get back into painting miniatures. I used to do it pretty regularly, back in the 3e/d20 heyday. However, as time went by, I acquired more responsibility and had less time to do the things I loved (I love how Kroger always pushed the concept of "work/life balance," yet never cared to see it happen). Painting minis became a thing of the past, even though I thoroughly loved it. I like to think that it was primarily because I had to set aside time to do it. Later, it was because the paints had dried up.

I picked up some brushes, a decent selection of paints (being an adult does come in handy from time to time). I even grabbed a few minis, so I could try my hand with some brand new poses. Naturally, I tried to assemble the group who played Eberron.I think I may have done it. We will see, pending my ability to come back to this hobby.

This wasn't the only thing I decided that I was going to do this year. I adore Philip Wesley's "Dark Night of the Soul," a collection of solo piano tracks that soothe and cradle my spirit, even if I'm nowhere near sleepy. Years back, I tried my hand at violin. I love that instrument, too, but I also knew that I wasn't interested in spending more money on getting it tuned. So, it has sat in my closet for these past six years. But I digress...

I used to take piano lessons from first grade through late fourth, I think. I learned how to read music (maybe not well enough that I could sight read as I played). I was even All-City once. Then I discovered baseball, and lost interest, since practicing on a piano in the house couldn't compare to playing baseball with the neighborhood kids.

I never forgot about my time playing piano, and I was always prone to let my fingers stray across a keyboard, if time and place allowed it.

So, sometime this year, I'm going to pick up an electronic piano, and see if I can teach myself what I've forgotten. I am doing this for myself, because I want to foster my creativity, to say nothing about how much doing so will do for my soul. I don't write like I used to. I don't read like I used to. I don't have friends with unlimited time to play RPGs once a week. However, if I start painting minis and learning piano again, I suspect that I will find a small sense of satisfaction from creating something again. I feel the pull to create something, ANYTHING myself, and I see no reason to hold myself back.

A friend commented that 5s are her number, citing a myriad of reasons. Well, I've always loved the number 7, and in numerology, 43 becomes 7. Is this a sign/portent for the year to come? Let's hope so.
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Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] slipjig, who had the good fortune to be born on what would become my birthday five years later. ;)

Also, birthday wishes go out to [livejournal.com profile] dragonpurr, who missed being born on my birthday by 364 days. :)
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Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] dragonpurr!!!!
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Whether I like it or not, today was my birthday. Honestly, I don't completely understand my ambivalence to the time of year framed by Thanksgiving and my birthday. I suppose that the ambivalence I feel today could be traced to feelings of loneliness on my birthday. I pretend that I don't mind, but I guess I want to be surprised with a party or a get-together or a dinner or something. Of course, I don't feel I deserve those kinds of things, simply because I don't pay the attention I should to others' birthdays. That doesn't stop me from having that Xmas-morning-like hope that THIS time, something will happen to surprise me.

Anyway, I woke up around 930 after a few hours sleep, and made a bigger-than-I-should-have-eaten breakfast with bacon, eggs, and biscuits. It was enjoyable, to say the least. I received a free reading from Tarot.com, so I checked out my Celtic Cross reading. (Interesting stuff, for sure.) I played some WoW, goofing around on the Public Test Realm, seeing how I liked the changes. (I like them so far.)

I was having lunch with [livejournal.com profile] ladysykashnia around 3pm, so I cleaned up. While doing so, I made a decision: the goatee is gone. It was never very thick anyway, but I'm tired of worrying about it. I also feel kinda silly holding onto it for over six years. It didn't look bad on me, but when was the last time you saw someone in power with a goatee?

We ate at Cracker Barrel. She got me an iTunes gift card and a funny birthday card (T & A = Tylenol & Advil -- ROFL!). I tried to eat something "light", but a burger doesn't even remotely count as such. We caught up on things, and I was sad to see the hour come to an end. I came home, and began looking around on iTunes for what I'd spend my card on. (Of all things, my shopping cart was EMPTY!?)
What'd I get? Well...
DragonForce's 2008 release "Ultra Beatdown",
a string quartet version of DragonForce's "Through Fire and Flames",
Winger's "Hungry",
and "Blue (Da Ba Dee)" by Eiffel 65.
While browsing, I ran across Lita Ford's two popular tracks from her album, "Lita". I went to YouTube and watched the videos. I fondly remember being uncomfortable watching "Kiss Me Deadly" around my parents, but then again, the video can still turn me on now. *evil grin* Lita's hot. That's just fact. Ahem..

Anyway, I finally had that much-needed conversation with [livejournal.com profile] capedory1181 about his tendency to fall into "yes dear" mode, when all I want is an exchange of ideas. I think we've got that worked out. *crosses fingers* Afterward, my mother called me to wish me happy birthday, too.

Then, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings for my dinner. It was fun at first, but as the evening wore on, and I ate, I began to feel a keen dissatisfaction with what I was doing. I mean, [livejournal.com profile] capedory1181 and [livejournal.com profile] strieson are my buds, but I had this unexplained feeling that I should have had a girl nearby, and our waiter wasn't even female. Then I thought about how my eating habits sucked, and had finally brought my health and looks down to a similarly low level, and I was ready to go, but waited on everyone to finish first.

Coming home, I hid in my room, playing more WoW, until they went to bed. I finally decided to surface to sign up for a Photobucket account, so that I could host images online for forums or what have you, as well as give a quick run down of my day.

It was not bad, but I felt like it should have been so much more..
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Time for work (5p-2a at Kroger). I'm missing Trans-Siberian Orchestra again this year. Damn it.

No WoW today, or tomorrow either, really. It's a dismal thing to say, but I can't wait for Christmas to be over (ironic, isn't it, since I love TSO?).

In other news, BSG season 4.0 will come out the day before my birthday. Hoorah. I should have time to catch up before the final season hits.
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...was actually pretty dang good. Normally, I get VERY depressed and withdraw from folks. That day, I got something like 2-4 LJ comments and 5-7 text messages wishing me a happy birthday. Thank you to each and every one who sent well wishes my way. It did wonders for my normally morose mood. Then, that night, six of my friends took me out to eat. We were going to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, but there was some football game on, and we were told that it'd be a one hour wait. Since the temperature was nice that night, we asked about eating on the patio. They said that we could order food, and sit on the patio, but they wouldn't serve us there.

That's when I realized we were right by an El Porton. The thought of margaritas was all it took. C and I went through a pitcher of margaritas EACH (it was my birthday and, except for New Year's, I hadn't had a drink in months). We had a blast, since we were all real close, long time friends. Going back to C's, [livejournal.com profile] disker and his wife presented me with their present: a "cheese" cake. Well, I guess I should link a picture, so you know what I mean. :)

I pooted. )

The only downside to the cake was that they'd had no fresh habaneros, so they used a powdered kind. And THAT wasn't that bad, except for the fact that the red "icing" was made with more. Even [livejournal.com profile] disker, he who can handle Dave's Total Insanity with no trouble, said it was HOT. :) The cake itself was rockin' though.

I went to bed (driven home by a sober [livejournal.com profile] strieson, bless him), and slept wonderfully.

However, the next morning, I woke up with sinus drainage making my throat hurt. I slept quite a bit, and took it very easy that day. No, I was not hungover, either. I had water before I went to bed.
    OH! Sad as it sounds, I was mostly sober when I got home, and hopped online to see how my guild was doing on Moonrunner. They asked if I was interested in running Heroic Hellfire Ramparts. I agreed, and we managed to get through it okay, despite a couple of wipes. I hit Revered with Thrallmar on the run, and got the healing enchant on my hat. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I scored the Raiments of Nature's Breath, which was a nice upgrade for my resto druid's healing set. (You can see all of Eagleheart's gear here. Yes, the name was taken from the Stratovarius song. :) )
Anyway, I survived the rest of Tuesday, getting some much-needed rest. When I woke up today, I felt almost back to normal, though I was tired from waking up every couple of hours last night. The worst part? I had a zombie dream right before I had to get up for work... I *hate* zombies, and this one was zombies running amok in pits located IN my old high school, of which I also have ill memories (nothing drastic.. I just don't like those years).

Work was okay, though I wound up cleaning the computer room upstairs, and it was MESSY. I left the file clerk's desk alone, because that's HER responsibility (and I didn't know what to do with it all). Coming home, I picked up my new key to C's, and am about to begin going through my "unnecessary" things to see what needs to be boxed up to get over there, and what needs to be boxed up for storage over there.

I'm still probably gonna go to bed at a reasonably early hour tonight, too. More sleep = less sick. :)
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