Flaking out

So, I guess I didn't come back to post after my birthday. It was very nice, really. I did everything I expected to and don't regret a single calorie!

Now part of me wishes I could stop celebrating. But the other part of me thinks that's ridiculous, why shouldn't I be celebrating my entire life? It just depends how you define "celebrating". It doesn't have to be birthday cake every day. (Not that that sounds bad, mind you. Just incredibly fattening and I don't need any help in that area, thanks.)

Anyway, I'm extra tired today. It may be the wet weather here--not as bad as New England, but it's damp, with more rain on the way. It may just be that I sat down this afternoon and watched the last episode, ever, of The West Wing. I cried the whole way through. From sadness and from frustration--I so very much wish there was going to be more next year. I want to see how Santos handles the presidency. There's so many possibilities for how things would be different, and yet still wonderful to watch. I feel robbed.

I called my mom today, a day late. I forgot yesterday. I thought about it at one point when I was out, but then when I got home, it never even crossed my mind again. Feh. Memory is so overrated. She didn't sound upset that I'd forgotten, she was more concerned about the fact that I sounded "down". Well, at the time, all I could really think of was that I was tired, I forgot about West Wing. When I remembered, though, I wasn't going to share that with her. Both because she's weird about my emotions, she tries to steal them (I'm not kidding) and because she's got enough stuff going on herself, I didn't want to add to it.

Well, I'm too tired to go into detail about all that, so I'll leave that for another day. Hopefully, tomorrow, but ya never know with me.

P.S. I think I've decided on someone else to invite in here. Don't know if he'll come, but at least I'll reach out.