Aaaaaand my mom made one of my favorite meals (shrimp fettuccine alfredo) for me for my birthday last night, I got to shove one serving in my face before running off for work, and then last night an unidentified sibling got the leftovers out of the fridge and left them on the counter.  For about nine hours.  They all had to be thrown out.  Someone is going to die a painful death today.

And I shared some vanilla pudding with the rats and Taco got over excited and bit me hard enough to draw blood.

This is how birthdays always go and i was gonna make a joke about things not going my way but it’s been 24 hours of disappointment and depression and i just dont have the energy to even joke anymore.