Boring you softly with my song

Well well. Look who's feeling less like death warmed over.

Past few entries rather bleak but feeling on the upswing. Somebody is going to be 33 tomorrow. I have booked the day off work for the occasion. I mentionned it last week and they've probably forgotten and will be pissed off when I don't show up but I'm not reminding them in case they change their minds. It's my birthday dammit and I will NOT be working. No way, no how.

Instead, I will be sleeping in until nature awakes me rather than the effing alarm clock. I will be lounging in my new housecoat greeting the morning sun(or morning rain as the case has been for the last month.) on the lake with a steaming, fragrant cup of tea. I will play new cd's generously offered in honour of my 33rd year and wait for all the calls and mail of birthday greeting to arrive. Ha ha. Considering that I am ususally at least a week late greeting everyone else on their birthday, I'd be surprised to hear from anyone! I am a pro crastinator. I crastinate with the best of them.

Anyway, I intend to make my birthday day a leisurely, peaceful day to myself. Haven't had one in a long time it seems. Somehow I've managed to escape the full-time work routine up until my 32nd year and it's rough already. I can see those who have been grinding away for many years gritting their teeth in hissing disaproval of my whining. It's all relative. We all have crappy lives and then we die, each enduring our own personal hells.

Luckily, it's all punctuated by times of pleasantness. I won't go into details as it will sound like a Rogers and Hammerstein song. By the way, I love Sound of Music and I don't care who knows. I HATE musicals but dammit, I love the Sound of Music. So there.

Oh ya, I'm going to put up my christmas tree tomorrow also. Let the goodtimes roll.