It's still the 29th here, so it's still my birthday. I had no grand expectations, so I shouldn't feel really disappointed... but I do. I'm used to being broke at the end of the month. I'm used to not getting what I want for my birthday. I'm getting used to spending more evenings alone lately while hubster is busy building computers or helping with our local Linux users group. What I'm not used to is being alone on my birthday. It fucking bites. My crew was supposed to have a big dinner at my mom's house tonight, but it was postponed because my stepdad is pretty sick. I'm worried about him, but that doesn't make my hurt any less painful. I know this is just temporary "life 101" bullshit... It will pass. But right now it just plain sucks. /me cries