We lead such terribly purposeful lives. 

When all this gets better, I am baking a cake in celebration. 

We are cracking up. We will fall apart one day. 

Birthday Blues

It's that day of the year again. Yay. One more year to my credit. And here I am, feeling listless. I don't know what to do. There isn't anyone to see, and I suddenly have this urge to cry. I feel like bawling my fucking eyes out. I hate this. And not even the Indian Republic day or Australia Day can mask my birthday. I want to hide in a hole.

I did bake a cake for myself yesterday. The only problem is that I don't want to cut it. I also had an okay last Sweet Sixteen Day. I had a mini meltdown while baking the cake, I cried, I spent the day being angry. So much  angst.

The highlight of this is that I share my birthday with Ellen. That makes me feel minutely good.

It isn't until the fridge breaks down that you realise the absolute importance the fridge itself and preservation of food by cooling holds. 

A RAD birthday to my little guy!

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I make myself laugh with The Oatmeal. Thank you, Oatmeal; I love you.

I am so mad that I am shutting myself down.