I'm kind of dreading this weekend.  My birthday is Monday and I will be spending Saturday and Sunday with my family (aunts, uncles, grandma, cousins).  There is only a 50/50 chance that any of them will remember my birthday.  After the deep, dark hole I was in last year I'm not sure I can handle another year of it.  I like to think that it won't bother me, but since I'm already thinking about it and shedding a tear or two I'm guessing that it will.  Nothing has changed for me from last year.  I've done a pretty  good job of ignoring it and trying to live a relatively normal existence, but it is catching up with me this week.  Frankly I'll be glad when Monday is over.

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