So it's my birthday in fifteen minutes. Today was a miserable day. How fitting. The Queen of France and Rob got in a fight last night. I don't even really know why. Something about how she's a bad friend and he's a jerk or vice versa. Same thing as always. It's very tiring. Anyway, so Heather left tonight in her mom's car, headed back to Syracuse. Liverpool, actually.

I had a crappy day at work. It wasn't all bad but it was very busy and then it was stressful toward the end of the day and I ended up staying an hour and a half late to get things done, so that ended on a bad note. Oh, and I have to be there before 8am tomorrow so that I can open the locked door for an 8am meeting. Getting in that early is extremely painful.

When I got home Heather was still here and everyone was in a bad mood. After she left Rob and I ended up ordering pizza and watching Seinfeld, and he was in a crummy mood and went to bed early. Well, early for us.

And the cats had puked all over the pillows. I guess I should be glad it was only the pillows and not the rest of the bed or the comforter, etc. But it was still very upsetting. I just wish they'd stop puking. What is their problem?

Anyone want 2 free cats? They are almost 11 years old so it won't be a long time commitment on your part. They get along well.

Oh for Pete's sake. I just saw a commercial for a Nicotrol inhaler. Are you kidding me? Here is my suggestion to smokers: just stop smoking. Or better yet, don't start. Don't be an idiot, you know it's going to kill you.

I'm so tired. I wish it were Friday night because then at least I could spend the day in my pajamas tomorrow if I wanted to. But alas, it is not.

Oh, and lastly, we were total failures at two of the main things we wanted to do this weekend:

1. Riding our bikes
2. Taking Billy to the park

I guess it's kind of not our fault a little bit as the weather was pretty bad. But it let up raining enough that we could have done some of this.

Que sera sera.

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