How I spent my birthday
Mar. 25th, 2007 01:05 pmBoring, really:
Woke up, turned on my computers. Got a bootup warning that one of my HDs was in 'imminent failure' which freaked me out for a while but then I realized that probably was that it was almost full. Deleted a bunch of old already watched TV shows.
Got online to my usual places, read responded to LJ and other online birthday wishes (which were appreciated), ate breakfast. Watched TV and was online. Did some writing, but gave myself a pass on meeting a word quota on account of it being my birthday. Got a phone call from my grandmother wishing me a happy birthday. Had lunch (leftover lasagna). Went back to watching TV and such. Had a nap for a couple hours. Did some dishes. Received my birthday gift from my roommates (which was kinda cool, a t-shirt with Phoenix on it, this image:

Did more of the online/tv thing. Made a couple icons (mostly Runaways related):




Had dinner (burger with bacon and fries with gravy). A while later had dessert (cherry cheeeesecake). More online/tv. Got a birthday call from my Dad. Showered and shaved for work the next day (since I had to leave at 5:30am). Had some nachos with cheese, green onion, salsa, and sour cream. Went to bed, a little early.
Except for the ritual acts of birthday (greeting, gift, cake), it was pretty well indistinguishable from any other Saturday.
I think I've officially lost any childlike thought of the birthday being 'special'. Ah well, except for a few isolated moments, at least I didn't really slip into any extra depressive mood.
Woke up, turned on my computers. Got a bootup warning that one of my HDs was in 'imminent failure' which freaked me out for a while but then I realized that probably was that it was almost full. Deleted a bunch of old already watched TV shows.
Got online to my usual places, read responded to LJ and other online birthday wishes (which were appreciated), ate breakfast. Watched TV and was online. Did some writing, but gave myself a pass on meeting a word quota on account of it being my birthday. Got a phone call from my grandmother wishing me a happy birthday. Had lunch (leftover lasagna). Went back to watching TV and such. Had a nap for a couple hours. Did some dishes. Received my birthday gift from my roommates (which was kinda cool, a t-shirt with Phoenix on it, this image:

Did more of the online/tv thing. Made a couple icons (mostly Runaways related):




Had dinner (burger with bacon and fries with gravy). A while later had dessert (cherry cheeeesecake). More online/tv. Got a birthday call from my Dad. Showered and shaved for work the next day (since I had to leave at 5:30am). Had some nachos with cheese, green onion, salsa, and sour cream. Went to bed, a little early.
Except for the ritual acts of birthday (greeting, gift, cake), it was pretty well indistinguishable from any other Saturday.
I think I've officially lost any childlike thought of the birthday being 'special'. Ah well, except for a few isolated moments, at least I didn't really slip into any extra depressive mood.
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