Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday. I'm 33 and fine with that number except for my lack of baby making opportunities. Other than that, it's so much easier than being 23! Maybe 43 will be even better.

I feel loved today...my in-town friends called, my two best friends from childhood (one from 2nd grade and one from 9th) called, and even my mom called. This is particularly nice because she hasn't called me since late July. I get an occasional email but communication is not her strong point...not that I'm not partially responsible, I suppose. Our relationship is something that I can live with but causes the occasional pang of fucked-up-ish-ness. Of course, she talked the whole time...but whatever. At least she called to share the love.

I saw an excellent movie today...Shopgirl. It was lovely...funny, sad, sweet, but mostly identify-able (is that a word?). Like Lost in Translation, Garden State, and a host of other movies that capture love, loss, rejection, loneliness, hope, need (that I can't name off the top of my head)

Off to sushi with friends......and that paper? Still not written.