I read this last night in Self by Yann Martel, and the quotation flew up off the page and hit me in the face. It's a great book (so far), and if you're looking for something to read, I recommend it.

And so, my 25th birthday is coming up, and if anyone would like to get me anything special, may I suggest this?

Aye, I know at this stage of my life I should NOT be pining away for household appliances, but look at it! I guess it's because I have the washer/dryer from hell that I'm discovering a fondness for the newest in laundering technology.

However, if you feel you should buy me something more fitting to a woman of my age, this might be a better option (and it's cheap, which means I'll be pissed if I don't get one this year...:|).

Oh, my boss bought me flowers. She (as well as most of you) noticed I was a bit down (really? was it that noticeable?). She got this gorgeous pink rose with a card that read "Hope you week gets better!". It was sweet, and she outright admitted it was a bribe.

So, this is the first real weekend that I don't have any plans. My parents will be in Halfax at the casino, so I may go up there for the day just to say hi, and to deposit my big, fat paycheck. A girl from work invited me out for her birthday. She's a party girl, and I'm not sure I'd enjoy myself, but I'll consider it, anyway. Part of me just wants to enjoy the weekend alone; doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the kitchen (duties that have been neglected since... well, since I moved in).