I swear, if it wasn’t for this blog, I wouldn’t even get out of bed anymore. I just don’t feel well anymore. I hurt if I lay in bed too long, and I emotionally hurt if I don’t. It’s a paradox.
My birthday went fairly well. I see it was a bad idea to give Matt posting rights to my blog. Lord knows what he’ll do now. *all smiles* ;D
I went out to dinner, as posted, and I got the majority of my presents. I want to say it was a “total flop” but that’s just not true. My dad gave me an internal SuperDrive for my desk top, so I can now download, convert, save and burn DVD movies on my desktop and not have to worry about leaving one of my notebooks open all night long. Burn up that hard drive some more. hehe.
Matt gave me one of those eight-hour Mac Book Pro batteries. The problem? It doesn’t fit my current model. This was the only flop that I got for a present. The thought was nice, but in reality, I can’t use the battery. It’s really too bad, too. There’s nothing more I’d rather have than a battery that lasts longer than twenty minutes, on either of my notebooks. I’m thinking of asking the Apple store if I can just trade it for more memory or something of equal use. Maybe even ink cartridges or the new iPhone when it comes out.
Dennis and Chloe made me this really awesome cake. It had mint green and purple icing, with vanilla cake dyed orange. It reminded me of a pumpkin. I got my other present from Dennis last night. Ten times. O-O I must have been in need, I’m not even sore.
James made the lovely graphic at the top of the blog. He also made me a new EntreCard ad and some link buttons, which I will be putting on the About page as soon as I can get my FTP to work.
Daisy sent me this card:

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Much thanks and love.
I had a dream about Chris last night. It’s weird that he would come to me in a dream last night. As if he knew I was thinking about him, though I wasn’t. It was the first time in a long time that I haven’t fallen asleep thinking about him, and he comes to me in a dream. He was so Chris in that dream, too.
The bad part? I missed out on meeting Seth MacFarlane. I guess you can’t have everything, huh? It’s really a shame because I wanted to meet him so bad, maybe get some pictures. But there’s always a next time, right? The other bad part is Dennis lost some of my presents between last week and today, and I’m playing the “pissed off wife” card. For example, I’ve “forgotten” to make the bed and change the sheets, knowing that he hates those little fuzz balls on them, and I’ve “forgotten” to make some more iced tea. Oh well. When I get my presents back I’ll remember how to do all of that.
I need pain killers and some sleep. My back hurts and I still have crying bouts. Not even my birthday could cure that.