6/11/96 Self-absorbed

6/11/96 - 1810 Chapala

Probably the nothing-est birthday of my life. Woke up quite early but got up at the usual time. Since Max was in one of his periodic snits, I didn't encounter him in the morning, nor was there any sign that he knew it was my birthday.

Work was busy, what with Lisa gone on maternity leave and me handling all the PP2 work as well as Member Services stuff. Beth and Mike got me a gift certificate from Structure, which was attached to a card with an interesting photo which I might frame. Except for a couple of "H.B.'s" from a few others, the day was like any other.

At home, I went for my power walk, came home, did some laundry, and ate dinner. There was no sign of Max until almost nine, so I decided to go to Borders to read. I was changing clothes when I heard him come home. I was suddenly so mad I just had to leave.

At Borders, I read for a couple of hours, then came home. Max was asleep, and there was no sign of acknowledgement, so I went to bed and wrote him a long, rambling letter about how inconsiderate I thought he was. This morning, I woke to find a card and a gift on the dining table. I won't be giving him the letter, but I still think he's a self-absorbed mess. So much for 27.

[This entry makes me laugh. WHO'S the self-absorbed mess?! My birthday is always a bit sensitive, which is why I've given up waiting for someone to give me attention, and always create a big party to make sure everyone has the chance to fawn over me as I so apparently deserve. No, I'm not this much of a psycho the other 364 days. Really.]

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