For those on the inner circles of my life know that for many, many years I have carried around this birthday curse for about as far back as I can remember.  No matter what, my birthdays fall to shit without fail.  This year I could feel those dark clouds circling the day before.  They took me to a dark place.  As my birthday morning rolled around, it started utterly  fantastic, but some unfortunate circumstances drew me into work for a long aggravated day of hell.

Then, suddenly, some other unforeseen circumstances and a little family support brought friends and me out to a local jam night.  It’s been some time since I’ve been to one.  I haven’t really been singing or playing music much anymore.  Maybe I’ll have a show once a month or so, but for the most part, work and the book has been keeping me pretty damn busy.  It was nice to get out of the house.  To get away from the weather.  To get away from life for a while and to just go sing and rock out with some close friends.   

It was a interesting and loud night.  The system was WAY too loud.  My ears are still ringing 24 hours later.  I got to see some of my besties get hammered and I’m pretty sure there was some vomiting involved.  

It turned out to be a pretty damn good birthday.  I even managed to miss out on work today.  Caught a movie.  Had some Jeans Beans for dinner.  A killer peanut butter silk birthday cake.  Received a few gifts today.  All in all a good birthday.

The curse did decide to take on new forms this year.  I have a fucking toothache like nothing I’ve ever felt.  Hyper cold sensitivity appeared halfway through the day, out of the blue.  It’s the kind of pain you can feel in your eyeballs.  

I suppose I’ll call the dentist in the morning and figure out what the hell is going on.  Until then, back to the book.