brunch

The birthday brunch was a success, everyone mingled nicely and we all followed it up with movie-time at Em’s place πŸ™‚ . Speaking of Em, Miss Creative Gift Giver added a lovely new Momiji doll to my collection: Higledy-Pigeldy (the one on the far right)

Momijis on parade!

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what a day

So, I spent the first half of my birthday in an emergency room and the second half asleep. I went in thinking that I would rather get it over with and have all the tests done at once, than go through a series of visits with specialists and drive all over town getting tests done. Seemed like a good plan, except they diagnosed me with Acid Reflux, and I don’t actually have any of the symptoms listed in the post-treatment info sheet. I have abdominal pain, but it’s not heartburn and it’s nowhere near my esophagus. They also said it might be an ulcer (somewhat more likely, but I still have my doubts) but I’ll have to see a specialist to know for sure. In the end, I’m back where I started and $100 short. Good grief 😦 .

munch and brunch

Yay! I called in the reservation for my birthday brunch and they gave me the room that I had been secretly hoping for: The Library πŸ˜€ . I’ve never been to JohnMartin’s and I love breakfast, so I’m kind of excited about all this. It’s been ages since I’ve hosted a proper birthday party with more than just a couple of friends, so it was a mess trying to figure out where I could go that would be nice, but moderately priced (let’s face it, most of my friends are students, which means that they’re as broke as I am), and within easy distance.

As Em says, “ME MO SSS A SSS!” πŸ˜‰

i love mail

Pinku!My birthday is in two weeks and my gifts have already started arriving (See the cute little Pinku doll). However, the sad truth is, I always end up buying my own gifts 😦 . My family seems to think that I’m too hard to shop for because I “have everything”. Which makes me sound very materialistic.

The fact is, I don’t have “everything”.

What I do have is a lot of books.

I like books. I love to read. There’s a reason I’m a Lit major. A gift card to any bookstore would make me pleased as punch (and it would show that my relatives know enough about me to realize that I like to read). As usual, no one agrees with me. There will be cards–despite my recent ban on cards after I realized that I had saved hundreds of cards over the years and they had taken over an entire drawer. And there will be cash. Appreciated, but kind of a downer.