I hate my birthday. I always get so depressed and irritable. It's frustrating because it's like an emotional rollercoaster. I have no clue what's wrong with me, but that's how I am and how I've been for quite some time.

I must be dense or something. I always tell people not to make a big deal and then I get upset that I don't even get a "happy birthday" from someone. What sort of idiot does that (other than me)?

This year was rough. Poor B didn't know how to handle it. The day started off pretty crappy, but it all turned out ok in the end. My parents came through with a nice little phone call. B and I went to dinner with his family since his mother's birthday is the same day as mine (No, not the same year! Sheesh!). We dined at Hoffbrau and all was right with the world. I got my broccoli cheddar jalapeno soup (if you get a chance, try it - I think only the one in Haltom City has it regularly) so I was ok.

Next year, I will just roll with it and let people do whatever they want. I'll probably have a much better time that way. I'm sure I'll still get into a funk but with a little help from my friends (and more importantly, B) I'm sure that funk won't last long.

I'm just glad this year's birthday is over.

Thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday! I love you guys!!