waiting.

i spent today alone. part of me needed it. another part wanted it. yet still another part longed for the energy to gather up the troops and paint the town red, wreaking havoc and bringing mayhem wherever we went.

cos it's my birthday. go shorty. it's my birthday. celebrate. party! drinks all around.

but there's no reason to. i appreciate all the msgs, the calls, all of it. i do! thank you.

but it really shouldn't be about me. i didn't do much. all i did was maintain fetal position and let my mother's powerful uterine muscles (or something) push me out the birth canal and allow a doctor to catch me, cut the cord and shove me into the hands of some nurse to tidy me up and hand me over to my mom. so technically, it's her day.

but there's a void. and i guess i'm just waiting for that call. or text. or something.
it's almost 10:30pm. there's still a good 90 minutes for my dad.