File under: birthdays are getting depressing

My birthday was this past weekend.  Had a nice lil’ celebration, ate wonderful foods and napped.  Rocked out at HiFi for the second time in as many days (enough of that for a while, thankyouverymuch).  Talked to the fam and the friends in far-off lands.  A really nice weekend, in all.

But.

My sister, for my birthday, sent me a card with $25 in it.  Apparently sisters are the new grandmas.  Of course, this was preceeded by a discussion about how I didn’t really want any gift, but hadn’t gotten my student loan check yet and as such was beginning to starve.  It’s sad that I’m so broke that I’m taking cash from my kid sister.  But, um, it’s how it is.

*sigh*

May year 28 and/or 29 bring me a job that pays enough for me to stick my head above the mounds of debt and ramen…

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