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Today is the day on which I commemorate my birth, which occured on February 15, 1984. Today was (though it's not over yet, so who knows what may come) probably the worst birthday of my life. I honestly don't remember a birthday on which I woke up and my first though wasn't "It's my birthday!!!". Since I'm horribly sick (thank you Timi), I woke up with a stuffed nose and an awful taste in my mouth, walked over the my kitchen, was served breakfast by my mom since I could barely move and my whole body ached. Then I took a shower and went to work. About two mind numbing hours later I heard my coworker comment that yesterday was Valentine's Day and suddenly it hits me - my birthday is the day after Valentine's Day. Hmm, well that's today, so I guess today is my birthday. I did think about it yesterday, but those were sort of blurry, pre-birthday thoughts that were the creation of a snot-filled brain.Then I proceeded to write the date of my birth on about 40 different documents which needed to be dated. In college or high school I remember decorating the date on the upper right corner of my notes for the day. I'd draw silly designs and flowers and be happy. Today I just wanted it to be over. And I don't think that the flowers would go over too well with my boss. I went home for lunch and broke down crying because I felt so sick and sad and depressed because my job could easily be done by a chimp and instead it's done by me. CRYING! On my fucking birthday! So yes, please don't write any notes of pity, it is what it is, and it sucks, but at least my mom made me my cake, and once again, I'll take what I can get, and that happens to be pretty delicious.