The time is wrong. I'm not in a good mood. All of a sudden I feel like crying. I had a horrible birthday last year, and although today was a thousand times better, I still feel as though something is amiss. Jeff is such a sweet man. He sent me a few birthday electronic cards, and they put a smile on my face.
I don't know what my problem is. I hate birthdays. It's so much trouble. There's the gifts, the celebration, the standard happiness...why do people make such a big deal out of birthdays anyway?
I wish I could get a real birthday kiss from Genie, and not one in words.
Time to blow out the candles. Life has never been so sweet.