Birthday

The worst birthday week ever. Last Saturday I became seriously ill and stayed home all weekend, including Monday which was MLK Day. Suddenly I cannot hear well, my eyes feel like they're coming out of their sockets, I can't breathe, my body feels like it's time travelling. Went to the doctor on Tuesday, I have a sinus infection. Sometime while I stayed home over the weekend, the temperature outside dipped 30 degrees. It is so freaking cold here. This weather sucks ferrets. Walking outside to work for 20 minutes each way is hell on earth. I stay at work until 8pm on Tuesday and Wednesday, getting home around 9pm both nights. Wednesday is my birthday. What a horrible time of year for a birthday, at least in this part of the country. I wake up, curse my health and this stupid weather, go to work, go home, eat dinner, talk to Mom and Dad, and go to bed. Wooo hooo. But I have good friends. They have organized a birthday night soiree for this Saturday. Dinner at Cucina di Pesce, drinks afterward. God please show me May.

[Updated]
Well it dumped snow all freaking day on Saturday, so only two of my friends were able to make my birthday dinner. But we had fun in our little group. Went to Pianos after dinner to meet two more friends for some Columbia party thing with free Red Stripes.