Wonder what my mom is planning for my birthday tommorrow.

She called me up at work today to find out what hours I work, and if I was going to be doing anything out-of-town tommorrow, for the "big day".

yeah right

This year I'm refusing to throw my own party, which means no one knows/cares when my birthday is. Well, almost. I think Birdie knows because I mentioned it. I still doubt he cares.

Of course I'm in my hyper-depressed because I'm in forced-sobriety mode, the day before my 30-somethinth birthday, which I will spend alone, not even a shred of dating in my future, etc etc.