Eric let the cat out of the bag about my birthday after he and Pete saw a really cute e-card my mom sent me. Zac, the UX dude at work, sent me a cute card that had a tea party with bears that said “i hope your party doesn’t fucking suck”. I was going to copy the image onto flickr or something to link it, or just link it, but as usual my clipboards are all messed up on my windows boxes and I haven’t figured out how to reset them without restarting yet.

What a mixed bag today is. It is, of course, my birthday. As you may have heard. I woke up to a ‘Happy Birthday’ sign in the kitchen with presents from Tori. She’s so awesome.  Work has been birthday like, as previously mentioned, and Eric took me out to lunch at Typhoon! (or Thai-phood as we joke). I almost invited Julie but remembered it’s only been like three days since I said I’d step off.

On the losing end of the stick, my great grandmother passed away this morning. I think I’m going to leave work early and go think about that. Most of the time since I’ve heard about it has been talking to other people about other people about it; talking to my dad who’s subtle loneliness always does well to remind me that I don’t feel all that bad, and talking to my mom about it because so much of my family are hard asses and play that whole “who called who last” game that does little more than raising a flag above their heads saying they don’t want to deal with shit. That’s vague, I know. The worst of all that is that it sort of cascades, and I don’t really want all that shit interfering with thinking about my gram, but it is inevitable.