Donna’s monthly saying arrived on cue today. It is One mind has the power of one, two minds have the power of three. But, what if the three are morons, like at work? Or even two out of the three?
Feeling very flat. My birthday is 29 February, so three years out of four I don’t know if my birthday is today or if everyone missed it yesterday. What are the chances? One in four times 365.25, I suppose. It has always been a good excuse for everyone to ignore it, as three times out of four, I’m told that 28 February isn’t my birthday yet, and when the next day comes my birthday was last month.
Anyway, I guess this means I’m actually only 11 years old, as that’s about as many times as I’ve had Happy Birthday sung to me. Which is why I want Happy Birthday sung at my funeral, as every time it’s sung at someone’s birthday party after that it will remind everyone of my funeral, and how they should have been nicer to me.
After last night, I’m thinking it’s possible I’ll die of AIDS soon anyway. I know you should never make important decisions if you are tired, drunk or horny and, inexplicably, by the end of last night I was all of them. I know life is a gamble, but it seems to me the odds are too heavily stacked in favour of the house.
Ian rang this morning, most unusual for a Sunday. He wanted to know what I was doing last night, so I told him I was washing my hair. Well, I did before I went out. He said can he take me out for my birthday tomorrow night. He seemed a bit down too, so I told him he sounded a bit lost, to which he replied yes, he did feel a bit lost, but he’d rather be lost with me than found without me. Occasionally he jags saying the right thing. Anyway, we’re going out for dinner tomorrow night for my birthday. Yay!
Even Mum and Dad are confused about the date of my birthday, although they took a punt and rang me today to wish me happy birthday, and also to invite me for a birthday dinner tomorrow night, but I told them I had other plans. When Mum sounded a bit disappointed, I said I could come tonight, but she said they’d already promised to go to a karaoke night with some friends.
Then, when I went out the front to water some plants there was a welcome surprise waiting for me immediately inside my front gate — a bunch of flowers from Christopher, with a card reading Happy Birthday Mum. I Love You. Thank you. Life saver.