Today I turned 23!! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me!
My birthday from about 2pm on was wonderful. Before that: awful. Here's the timeline:
2:30 am-- The TV upstairs is turned up INCREDIBLY LOUD, so loud it wakes me up. I had to go upstairs and turn the volume down myself, and nobody was even watching it. It was an interview with Donnie and Marie Osmond, which I feel adds an interesting surrealist touch.
7:30 am-- I still haven't slept much because I've become inflicted with the worst craps ever. I take two midol and crawl back into bed.
9:00 am-- The cramps haven't gotten any better, so I came back upstairs, took 3 advil and a sleeping pill. I ask mom if I look older. She says "Well... you look a little rough. I guess that's like looking older." I crawl back into bed again and finally get some sleep.
1:00 pm-- I wake up, crawl out of bed and up the stairs. Grandpa is here and he makes fun of me for not getting out of bed earlier. He has no idea. Shower, style the hairs, make the deviled eggs, and then
3:00 pm-- Family comes over for dinner. I open some presents, one of which is a hardcover copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. I love it so much I want to take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant.
I was kinda groggy all day. I claimed that the grogginess was because the sleeping pill hadn't worn off, but Abby thinks that the sheer amount of drugs in my system was what caused the problem. Apparently she's worried about drug interactions. Strange. And besides, I asked my mom how much I should take, and I trust her because she is a medical professional. Her motto is also "Better Living Through Chemistry" so maybe I shouldn't trust her all that much.
Finally, this is my 100th post. Cue the marching band. I've posted some random stuff lately in an arbitrary yet successful attempt for my 100th post to fall on my birthday. Huzzah.
1 comment:
I like that my concern for your health is so easily dismissed. Like I'm the irrational one. Your mom may be a professional but she's also got a mean streak. I believe in her native language (mother-ese) it's called "tough love".
Also, congrats on your 100th post. You're blogtastic.
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