It was, overall, a nice birthday. I woke up totally un-tired, because my sleep-function went nuts last night. Like... I was lying down to read a book (and ice-packing my stupid broken neck) at around six yesterday evening. Then, all of a sudden, it was morning. The ice pack (ice-cubes in a ziploc under a towel) had melted, and evidently popped, because everything (including me) was soaked in icy water.
Anyway, I worked in the afternoon, and it was actually fairly pleasant. I got to work with my own client for once. Who won't be much longer, because I won't be continuing at Turn. It's kind of depressing, really. Anyway.
While I was working, someone kept calling... and calling... and calling... And while I'm usually really good at ignoring calls, I finally gave in and answered, and politely declined a "happy birthday, can I buy you lunch (at 5 o'clock)" and secretly wished I knew how to put a block on certain phone numbers.
Then I went home for about ten minutes before going next door to Nathan's Bible study/Rock Band party. I kick trash on drums. Especially at the song "Maps" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Anyway, I am now thoroughly pooped, and since I have an equally demanding schedule tomorrow, I believe I shall turn in.
Hooray for being nineteen and eligible for Medicaid!
--Anna Grace
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