So it was my birthday Thurs... It was very subdued... quiet... but nice. My mom took me out to a nice restaurant/blues club w/ a bar. I ordered two drinks which they almost didn't bring because they thought I was turning 18yrs old & not 24... I ate a lot... got slightly drunk & went home & fell asleep. Then I opened some gifts, had cake & fell asleep for the rest of the night. I felt horrible. I guess that's what happens when you get old... These are really the only two pictures that came out of my birthday. That also happens I guess when you get old... everyone just stops caring or something. I've already stopped caring.
I do this a lot... where I start feeling like I'm wasting my time or I've wasted my time.