Today is my birthday.
My new car that I just got to replace the Honda didn't start this morning. Tomorrow I have to tow it to a mechanic.
At work, I came close to crying twice out of my anger tear ducts, not the ususal sad ducts.
Lipman hasn't had time to buy me a birthday present. He feels bad about it.
George W. is on every fucking channel talking about the state of the union and people will probably clap at all the stuipid shit he says and then his approval rating will go up even more.
I have cramps.
I have a small zit on the inside of my nostril.
I'm in a really really shitty mood.
Today is my fucking birthday.