February 14th, 2004

Wonderfalls Flamingos

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It's things like this that make me sad for myself - especially if I am not allowed to feel sad for myself. I am supposed to keep a stiff upper lip, and realize that I am sad, lame, and a pathetic loser.

I spent most of today in bed or napping, because I felt head-cold sick. Not hungover, although I did go out drinking last night, where I managed to break my commitments to not smoking and not bitching about relationships in one fell swoop.

Happy fucking birthday to me.