So This is What 26 Feels Like

It's interesting. 3 full days of it, and I have to say 26 appears to be doing better than 25 did, at least at first. We'll see how things go.

I have to say it must be Murphy's Law or something, but the minute things go well in my life...people around me start getting depressed. I finally manage to pull myself out of a funk, and everyone else's life goes to pot. At least when I'm miserable people around me have lives that are going peachy keen. Which just makes me feel guilty for attaining a certain amount of "life doesn't suck-iness."

It's not just one person, though clearly I'm most worried about 2 people. Still, I think I'm getting to a place where I can accept that I have a right to be generally happy. Plus, as the roomie says, I'm acting less like a spinster-cat lady and more like a young woman in my mid-20's ready to party it up. Whoop.

Birthday party (sort of ) this weekend. I actually feel like this joint venture has spun out of control - I was totally up for it when it was the celebration of 2 birthdays, but it's lost that and that's a little sad. Because yes I am selfish and like to have most of the attention on my birthday, damnit! I know one is supposed to outgrow that sort of thing, but I haven't. Oh well, I'm not too too sad about that fact. I'm looking forward to the party...sorta. I just feel a little like it's gonna be a totally overwhelming experience...I'd rather go dancing with my nearest and dearest. Oh well. In for a penny, in for a pound.

I am currently the new owner of Veronica Mars Season 1 and Stargate Season 1. Because when someone wants to get me a birthday present, they im my roommate. Who again rocks on multiple levels and really doesn't realize how freaking awesome she is. Hell she puts up with me and hasn't attempted murder yet - that's a hell of a feat.

I am liking 26 thus far. After a certain physical discomfort passes, I am actually looking forward to heading back out to the gym and getting back into the shape I was in around November. I looked, but more importantly FELT awesome. I want back there.

Also, I have 4 days to learn how to hit a softball. If you want details on why, please call me, otherwise, anyone in the vicinity of my darling alma mater on Wednesday at 5:30 let me know, cause I'll be making an all-fired fool of myself.

It aint gonna be pretty folks...

OK, me and my 26-year OLD self need to get some sleep. For this old woman needs to teach a bunch of young jerks in the am.

At least tomorrow is Friday, whoop!