eyeball

The eye guy says that he is thrilled with my progress and he can't believe that the incision has already healed and there is no bruising. He told his henchman/assistant/student lady that usually there is mass amounts of blood clots and swelling and bruising and pain but I just have a little bit of swelling and a tiny bit of achiness. I don't have time for icky monstrosities on my face. I only have a week off from my budding career as a supermodel. Someone has to get the dollars together for Jake's new shoes (size 6 please, if you're offering). No nose blowing or heavy lifting or obscene jostling for six weeks, when I go back to see him but life can go on as usual otherwise.

Normally I go in to work on my birthday for the extra attention and the lunches and the cake and candies on my desk and the happy hour and the hugs. This might be the world's loneliest birthday ever. All my friends have real jobs and responsibilities now. No one is around to play. Dave is in Amish Country representing someone for something they need or did or whatever it is that he does when he goes to where he works. It is so depressing. I remember when we all worked in stores and bars and went to class a few hours a week and could spend our birthdays drinking fun cocktails and eating lots of fried foods all day long and stopping for ice cream at least eight times between drinks and baskets of chicken fingers and plates of nachos. What the hell happened? Next year you are all taking off and we are spending my very own special day together and it is going to be fun. Dammit. No more of this adult stuff.

It's hard being 35. At least I look great for someone in her mid-thirties.