… if only a day. It wasn’t the best of birthdays.
My only real wish is that I make it through the next couple weeks without dying from this palpable ball of stress that has taken up habitation just below my sternum. Should I live, there will be driving, companionship, homecoming, and deep, deep relaxation.
Yea, those are the things from which a birthday should be made.
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Happy belated Birthday from a really bad friend. I’m sorry it wasn’t what it should have been for you. :( I hope things get better, less stressful and all that. Miss ya!
Happy Birthday! I hope things start looking up soon:)
Thanks guys! I ended up buying some Tums, which seems such an old man thing to do, but it’s helped! The stress is still there in a neat little ball, but at least some of the other symptoms are subsiding.
Just a week to go!
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