I'm feeling a little blue this week. It seems as the week progresses, the blue-er I feel.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I will be 40 years old.
I don't feel 40.
I don't want to be 40.
Tonight I have dinner with my dad and step-mum. Tomorrow with my mum.
Every time someone has a birthday at work, people bring a cake or bagels or doughnuts.
No one brought anything this morning.
No one even said "Happy Birthday".
As much as I don't want to celebrate my birthday or even have one, you know what I would like more than anything?
A surprise birthday party.
I've never had a surprise party before.
I've been to many, hosted a few...
There has never been one thrown for me.
I would like one... just once.
Sorry to be so morose and self-pitying...
I just needed to get it out of my system.