Yep that’s right, it’s my birthday. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have to suffer though. Suffering is just one of those activities I do, just like peeing and brushing my teeth. So since it’s my birthday, I was hoping to have a good birthday, but instead it’s been a fucked up birthday.

This morning I had to leave my wife at the rheumatologist while she was crying, so that she could get on medication that will likely caused her a lot of problems, but will help her arthritis. Then I had to go to my mortgage mediation to find out that it’s postponed, which actually is good news for me, except that it looked like they were going to reject me if we hadn’t postponed. So I might have that looking forward to later.

So I get home and take a little nap, which was nice, and then my wife’s making dinner, which was great, but by the time I woke up, she’s in so much pain that she can barely stand. So we hurriedly ate dinner and then she gets up from the table and goes to lay down. So she’s in bed for the rest of the night. I was going to go to the spa, because it’s free ony birthday, but instead spent the night comforting her and comforting my other son who was sad about my wife. Then I have to clean the kitchen and get ready for my son’s birthday which is tomorrow.

So that’s my birthday, happy birthday.