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.