No I refuse to grow up. Yes the day before my birthday was beautifully remembered by me upchucking into a blue pail. The amount of upchuck was also truely memorable as well as the consistency. I ran out of nice runny fluid which would have eased the upchuck up. So instead I got a nice "can of Alpo" texture. This was lovingly proceeded with stomach pains and my DVD player dying out on me just after I rented 5 movies. On the day of my birthday, I was given a cake "by the family" which meant I would not be expecting any nice birthday cash in which I could get myself a new DVD player. (All my extra cash is on hold as I am set to go to Palau in October for a paddling competition as well as (hopefully) a trip to Thailand in December). I had a some very nice sweet mango I bought at Cost U Less and expected to go to lunch with a friend at 12:30. By some miscommunication, said friend never called back and instead took my reservation and ate alone while I sat at this desk starving. We were slammed at our usual lunch time (1pm) and didn't eat until close to 3pm. After which I drove my poor ass home and crawled into bed. Lovely. Complaining crabby crybaby? Maybe. But it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.