notoriouscat

I started to type my 'It is my birthday this weekend and as per my normal luck everything seems to be going wrong' journal entry, but it was making me feel worse thinking about it.
I should be satisfied, I am alive and I have a loving husband and a job and a roof over my head.
But the frequency with which random things come from out of nowhere and mess with my attempts to be happy gets me down a lot.

Happy Birthday to me and Courtney Love and OJ Simpson on Saturday.
I will be 35.