"They say it's your birthday..."

I hate birthdays.
It's my birthday today.
It's not the getting older that bothers me, more that it's just a day like any other.
No phone calls, no drop ins, no cards or presents, nothing.
Just another reminder of what a sad and lonely old git I am.
C'est la vie...




I loved playing this game!

“Men become old, but they never become good” - Oscar Wilde

No, I didn't die, just today is the first day in a long time I felt any emotion strong enough to express, at least anywhere outside of my own head.

Today was not a good day to come back to an empty house. An empty cold and miserably lonely house. Now you know that , at least most of the time, I'm quite happy with only my own company. Now and then though you need to see a smiling face, maybe get a little hug, and someone to tell you everything will be alright. Hey that's today!

So I'm telling you.

A horrible day at work.
Relatives at one point telling me/us we were a disgrace, and then ramping up the insults from there. Fair enough if it was true, but there was only three of us on shift tonight, and well, you get the picture.

There was an incident last week too, quite a serious one. I was only peripherally involved but writing a statement always feels like writing a confession, at least to me.
I need something to look forward to, sadly I start night shift next week, that's enough to send me over the edge again, I suspect...

“I don't want to earn my living; I want to live.” - Oscar Wilde