I'm sick and miserable just in time for my birthday this weekend, so I'm hoping I'll feel better by then. Thank god my new bed is adjustable so I at least have an angle to sleep on; good timing although I certainly didn't plan it that way. I'm kind of pissed at how things have occurred in my life for now and still not loving being sober, but it could be much worse.

After all, this time last year I was in the hospital, and while I got a very cute birthday note from the cafeteria for lunch, I think I'll skip having that experience again. Nothing's perfect.