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Birthday Woes are here again...
Jan. 3rd, 2009 04:27 pmCan't talk. Raiding Tombs.
Actually, that's a lie. I'm laying off the old Raiding today because a, I was getting to the point yesterday where every moment I wasn't playing the game I was thinking about how to solve the puzzle I was up to. While I was trying to nod off last night I was mentally picturing backtracking out of the room I'm currently in and back to the big hall o'broken walkways, since I think I might have gone the wrong way. When you can't close your eyes without seeing the Aristocratic Action Barbie swinging from ledge to tarantula-infested ledge, it's time to take a break.
Plus, b, my Ma's down for my birthday weekend.
Yeah, it's that time of year again, when Scriblington's mood suddenly swings from Christmas Cheery to Birthday Bluesy. I'm not even really sure why it is. Maybe because it sneaks up on me every year; hiding fiendishly behind the double distraction of Chrimble and New Year. Maybe because it has a tendency to sneak up on others - it tends to get forgotten rather a lot. Maybe because I've had my fair share of bad birthdays - but then, haven't we all? And I've had plenty of super birthdays too, largely thanks to hubs who is great at cheering me. It's certainly not the prospect of getting older... 30's still a whole year away and I've already embraced it thanks to Hubs and many friends already hitting and passing that milestone. I don't know - for some reason I feel it's a pressure that weighs on me when people ask what I want to have/do for my birthday, which is frankly ridiculous. Maybe it's because I go from sharing two big festivities with everyone to the focus suddenly being on me. I don't know. I just feel... flat. Boo.
Plus we've got the kiddies' party for Vi's birthday next weekend and I'm so unprepared. Family birthday party is the weekend after that. It's all go round here!
Actually, that's a lie. I'm laying off the old Raiding today because a, I was getting to the point yesterday where every moment I wasn't playing the game I was thinking about how to solve the puzzle I was up to. While I was trying to nod off last night I was mentally picturing backtracking out of the room I'm currently in and back to the big hall o'broken walkways, since I think I might have gone the wrong way. When you can't close your eyes without seeing the Aristocratic Action Barbie swinging from ledge to tarantula-infested ledge, it's time to take a break.
Plus, b, my Ma's down for my birthday weekend.
Yeah, it's that time of year again, when Scriblington's mood suddenly swings from Christmas Cheery to Birthday Bluesy. I'm not even really sure why it is. Maybe because it sneaks up on me every year; hiding fiendishly behind the double distraction of Chrimble and New Year. Maybe because it has a tendency to sneak up on others - it tends to get forgotten rather a lot. Maybe because I've had my fair share of bad birthdays - but then, haven't we all? And I've had plenty of super birthdays too, largely thanks to hubs who is great at cheering me. It's certainly not the prospect of getting older... 30's still a whole year away and I've already embraced it thanks to Hubs and many friends already hitting and passing that milestone. I don't know - for some reason I feel it's a pressure that weighs on me when people ask what I want to have/do for my birthday, which is frankly ridiculous. Maybe it's because I go from sharing two big festivities with everyone to the focus suddenly being on me. I don't know. I just feel... flat. Boo.
Plus we've got the kiddies' party for Vi's birthday next weekend and I'm so unprepared. Family birthday party is the weekend after that. It's all go round here!
