Like Rain on a Monday.

For the first year in three years, I think I can confidently say that I'm not going to do anything stupid on the night of my birthday. I'm going to go sit outside for ten minutes and just breathe before I go to bed to retain a sliver of my before bed cigarette. That's the motherfucker of all cigarettes when you are a borderline insomniac. It signals the end of your day to your brain and starts a slow shutdown. I've replaced that trigger with a book before and might just try Tylenol PM if I'm not asleep by 11:00 tonight. I have, however, managed to avoid Nicorette. The side effects freaked me out. Dizzyness and stomach ache will stop me from chewing on Nicorette, but lung cancer didn't seem to deter me at all from smoking.

As far as birthdays go, I'll take it. No one got fucked over. No one's feelings were hurt. No hangover tomorrow. My mom ended up flaking because she is on a detox fast and was just going to be there staring at me eat if we went out to dinner, so I told her to stay home. It reminded me of when I was 8 and she would forget to pick me up from school and I would have to walk. She was only 24 at the time, so I understand now, but as a kid it never really sat well and you never really forget it. That seems really young. Did I fabricate that memory? As a sidenote, if everything goes right, tomorrow will also be the first 4/18 in three years that I've made it to work. I believe they have a pool going at work on the subject.

I got home from work and had a nice package from a blog reader with some new music and a nice note. It was really good timing and her stuff makes it into my iPod really fast because it's a trusted source. It's not like when someone goes "Oh my god, you gotta hear this" and then puts on Black Eyed Peas and you've got to fake like you really like it because you want to wake up next to that person the next morning. Not that that's ever happened or anything, but I have Sara Bareilles in my iPod.

So, I messed around with my pudding pops and then did some iPod maintenance and ran to the store to pick up some tortellini, grapes, and a caesar salad. I also had to pick up my neighbor some laundry detergent because he kept on forgetting to buy it and was using mine all the time.

I know. Not a super awesome birthday and to be completely honest, it's the birthday night of some asshole in a movie that Steve Buscemi would play, but I'll take it. It's all part of Operation: Life Less Complicated. Also, the cake thing is going to make me laugh for a super long time. It's so...I don't know...perfect. Like rain and a flat tire on a Monday or a pink guitar on Christmas morning. Just perfect for the situation.