My throat hurts. And my lungs hurt. And my stomache kinda hurts aswell. On the good side I'm in the last stage of my cold (that's coughing in case you wondered) and I think I just spit porridge on my laptop. Wonderful.
It's my sister's birthday next week. She's turning 23. I haven't bought her anything (usually I plan her present in detail). Or well, last year I called her; "I don't know what to get you - wanna go shop clothes?" "Wooo!". But the year before that we went to London. I think. Or was that the year before that? Maybe we did it both times. Oh right, we did. Anyway, the point is - a birthday is what you make of it. So this year I've gotten her nothing and will just kidnap her and have dinner with her and my parents I think. At my parents. (That way I don't have to go to a restaurant and wait for my food that some angry person has spit in anyway.)
Last week my mother asked me what I want for my birthday. I tell her the same thing every year "don't buy me a gift - I don't want anything" and I still end up getting stuff I don't need and didn't ask for. This year I joked with her though and said "I'd love a planeticket to the Netherlands", the next thing I knew was my sister calling "so I heard you wanted to go to Holland".
I hate birthdays.
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