Okay, my birthday started out good enough with my dad leaving me a voicemail to get first thing in the morning.  He sang "Happy Birthday" and wished me many more, adding "You old bag" at the end.  Isn't that sweet?  He likes calling me an old bag now.  Apart from getting a couple of really thoughtful gifts, everything pretty much went down hill from there.  Most people forgot (including family) and work sucked.

Crappiest birthday in a while, but it's over and I'm moving on! 

Yay, I just got approved to take tomorrow off work.  I don't have any plans, but it will be nice to sleep in past 4am.  Stupidly, since I didn't know I was going to ask for tomorrow off, I didn't bring in some tickets for Sam today, so I'm going to have to swing by the office at some point tomorrow (at least outside the office) and drop them off. 

Hooray for me!

I hope you're all having a good week!