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Hell, more people online remembered my birthday than people at work did. Everyone else's birthday means they get a cake. Me? Zip. Which pretty much sums up most of this week, despite having three days off. I've been in a foul mood with no outlet since Wednesday, and I can't hammer down any specific reason why. I've been mopey, and dealing with other people makes it worse, like if they're not happy it's my fault, or it's up to me and me alone to fix it.

I'm at work, I did my housework, planning grocery shopping for tomorrow, and have done almost everything that was asked of me this week. But I want to say I want something back, but I can't put my finger down on what it is.