It's my birthday today. I'm 23. Today I found it necessary to start walking with a cane, as I am incapable of walking faster than a snail without it.
It looks like I won't be celebrating at all, because I don't trust my feet enough to stand up and sing at karaoke. Drinking is pretty much out of the question with the meds I'm on, and I have NO ENERGY. None.
So it looks like my birthday, which falls on a rare Friday, will be spent at home with my hubby and our roommate. She said she'd cook yummy things for me though. So that's nice.
I need a nap.
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