Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Yeah, I might be a tad bit drunk.

It's the only gift I can give myself. Didn't do anything today but sit in front of the TV and avoid housework. Made a dinner I didn't have a taste for because there was nothing else to make for the kids. No gifts, no cards, no special dinner. Just another day in my life.

But I have hard apple cider. And on an empty stomach it has a pretty good kick. At least for me. I'm on my 3rd one and I'm already having trouble seeing straight. I think I have 3 more. I'm trying to see how many I can drink before I have to eat.

I'm so sick of my life. Anything that makes is go away even for a few minutes seems worth it right now. I'm 36. Damn it I deserve to relax.

Oh, and I'm watching Star Trek. The reboot. I like this movie.

I like hard apple cider. I need to pee. And the kids keep stealing all my M&Ms.

And apparently I'm not that drunk because I can still use correct grammar and punctuation. So :P

EDIT:
Okay, I'm almost done with #4 and have one more in the fridge.

My dad called and was cracking up that I was drunk. He's never seen/heard that before and I was in a giggly mood. My brother and me were chatting on Facebook and he was cracking up, too. And I can still use proper punctuation while completely blitzed.

BUT then my fucking period started just now. Seriously... on my fucking birthday. What the fuck is up with that shit? Grrr

I think I'm going to have to eat before I drink #5. If I drink it at all. My stomach is starting to protest all the alcohol.

I feel good, though.