Usually around my birthday a bunch of little bad things happen so that it seems like an avalanche of shit has hit the fan by the 23rd. It's been that way since I was a kid. Anything from speeding tickets to loved ones losing their job, to moving across country only to find out that you didn't estimate the weight of your belongings correctly so it cost you a butt load extra.

This year has been no different. Started with being late on the rent. My necessary doctors appointment being bumped from the 4th to the 20th without prior knowledge so I ran out of my blood pressure medicine. Went to one of those Walk in Clinics only to find out that they don't accept my insurance as of 3 weeks ago so I had to pay. I didn't get one of the jobs I'd been waiting for. I was going to renew my Driver's license, only to find out that I have to have my birth certificate to do it. Not really a problem excepts I was born overseas while my dad was in the military so I have to send a request to get a new one and hope I have enough information to get it. Plus it'll end up costing a hundred bucks, so that I can go and spend a another 38 to get my license.

And now for the icing on the cake. I'm sick...I never get sick. I never get colds. I take vitamins and stay away from trouble areas to ensure that I don't get sick. So now I have a chest and sinus cold. Alright whatever except I have another interview on the 24th so hopefully I'm better by then, and hopefully the curse of my birthday doesn't ruin that as well.

Sorry for the bitch fest y'all. I just feel like butts and I didn't sleep well at all.