Birthday

      I turned 29 today and it did not start out well. The luck of the snowfall is objective, I suppose. But I began my day with a headache from the night before, which was so bad the light coming in through my window looked red. And there were other things physically wrong with me, which I don't care to discuss. Not like anyone is reading this, anyway, I suppose. Following that beauty came a horrific nightmare, definitely among my worst top three. I guess getting introduced to Lucifer and also having just completed a Walking Dead marathon helped conceive the dream; I was sitting on the counter, and my brother had taken in these three horrible dogs. Vicious little beasts. They were laying on the kitchen floor, gnawing the flesh off one another. Their teeth were all bloody and my mother was too afraid to get her coffee. And I was trying to get my brother to remove the dogs, and he looked at me and said, "They're Lucifer's dogs. They're distracted, you're fine."

      Yeah, that was a nasty dream. They looked like a tie between pugs, and Gollum. After that loveliness, I woke up to pizza, 7Up, chocolate ice cream, chocolate sauce, and chocolate cake with chocolate icing. I hope this time they help me eat it.

      Well, it tastes good and I've got movie food for a week, so that's nice. Eh, my heart wasn't in great condition anyway. The highlight of my day was signing into Facebook to see at least 30 birthday wishes from people I only know from my groups. They never did that before; my only reasoning is that I've been on a roll making them laugh.

      I'm also in the middle of having my biggest book published. Well, technically I'm near the end. I've got everything figured out; I just need to figure out how to bridge it together. And maybe, even though caffeine withdrawal is a bitch, I think I'm actually going to kick my energy drink addiction. As for my special day, I think I'm about ready to call it quits. I'll probably kill the remaining time with some more episodes of Lucifer, put on some Vicks to help me sleep, and see what kind of nightmare I can get.

      OH, and my asshole neighbor moved out. And my other asshole neighbor might be in trouble with the landlord, too. Fingers crossed.