It's March. Bugger. Goal again for the year to not become a miserable, moaning sulk by the end of it. Prognosis isn't good however.
For someone who is uncomfortable in life in general (almost) birthdays must be a total pain in the arse. Correct me if I'm wrong. I never feel that kindness or courtesy toward me is deserved so when the old bday rolls around its immediately a day where people are forced to be nice to you and you have to pretend that its unusual. Cards with classic convertibles or motorbikes that look like bloody three piece suites on wheels. Email offers exclusively for you and the other thousands of you who happen to be born on the same day because these companies who've mined your data think you have no concept of statistics or big numbers. No I don't ned a penis enhancement pump, I'm perfectly happy with the one I have (sorry its Tim Minchin's bit, but read the blog title).
So You (whoever might be reading) will probably find my mood declining as the month wears on. It's a nice, steady and sustained drop in happiness that lasts all month due to my birthday being at the end. Hurrah.
I.M
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