So my birthday came and went.

I had this big thing last year where I didn't tell anyone about how old I was...or when my birthday was...because then I wouldn't feel bad about no one wishing me a happy birthday and so on and so forth...and plus knowing I'm older with little accomplished doesn't help. I ended up spending it with Erika and her friend (where all our birthdays were on the same date)...and had an awesome impromptu party that included drinking at many fine and questionable establishments and finishing with a breakfast at a diner. It was a lot of fun being around friends...it proved to be a good distraction from a dismal truth.

Well, I decided to finally post my date on facebook and thus allowing everyone to know my birthday. So it had been up for about a week or two, and so when the day rolled around, I got the usual posts of birthday wishes and greetings from people that I hadn't even spoke to in almost 2 years. That was odd. I was hoping to go out with 2 friends from university, but they ended up being busy. I ended up going to dinner with other friends...but it was incomplete.

I also work at a community radio station where we were raising funds for the next year to keep the station going...the same week as my birthday. I was looking forward to this for weeks because it was going to be a live show I hosted...and they weren't there. Tutorials and meetings. It proved to be an awesome show with unexpected fans coming on the air and talking with me. But somehow it was incomplete.

I miss feeling alive, happy, joyful, full of energy...somehow incomplete.