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So. My birthday was yesterday. It was…okay I guess.

I woke up Saturday to a dead fish. I was very upset. I decided I wasn’t going to get another fish. My mom found out about my fish and decided that was going to be her birthday gift to me was a new fish. Well, that fish has already died too. I woke up this morning and it was belly up.

And the icing on my birthday cake was Quinn deciding to IM me. It of course turned into a ‘discussion’ (read: it definitely came across as a fight but apparently it was only supposed to be a discussion) about Us. He wants to talk regularly again. He is soooo sorry and blah blah blah. I told him we would see how it goes. Honestly, talking to him doesn’t bother me now. I mean, I know I still have feelings for him but I think I’ve managed to put them away in a nice little box and buried them in a dark corner. I don’t know what really is going to happen, whether we can actually be friends or not but we’ll see. I look at it this way. If he makes an effort to be in my life, shows genuine remorse, and does things a real friend would do, then there is no reason not to forgive and move on. He certainly has made more of an effort than some of my so-called friends recently.

I am not looking forward to the morning. I have to be up at 0530 to be at work at 7am. Granted, 7am the pharmacy is dead anyway so I won’t do much other than organize and clean and tag things.

I’m giving my mom $100 today so hopefully she will calm down a bit. It leaves me about $50 to the end of the week. Which isn’t great but I can live off it until Friday. I’m hoping to go out and do something to celebrate my birthday next weekend but it will definitely depend on the paycheck I get whether or not I can.

*sigh*