You know how usually I am all atwitter (not to be confused with Twit.tering) about my birthday, planning for the annual trip, posting pics of the fab hotel we will be staying in, taking wagers on how drunk I will be?
Yeah… about that…
This year there is none of that. I am not excited. I am not looking forward to it. Matter of fact, until my co-worker asked me yesterday, I had forgotten that my b-day is even Sunday.
(And I may or may not have forgotten that I have to pick Joy up from the airport tomorrow.)
I’m just… not feeling it. At all.
I would like to blame it all on the whole 25 milestone and such, but the truth is, I am just not feeling anything lately. Honestly, I would like to just nap through it.
No seriously. I am all about the Lunesta nap.
I’m not excited. I am going to be happy to see Joy, sure, but other than that…
I’m not even excited about getting a new tattoo (or two). Does that even sound like the La you’ve come to know and shake your head at?
I wonder if Joy will just let me lay on the floor with Honey with a straw in a Grey Goose bottle…