A Calendar of Tales

Happy birthday to slipjig, who had the good fortune to be born on what would become my birthday five years later. ;)

Also, birthday wishes go out to dragonpurr, who missed being born on my birthday by 364 days. :)

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 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 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, capedory1181 and 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..

...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, 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 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 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. :)