(warning a melancholic post)

my bday is tomorrow. despite feeling very unexcited about it (my special someone can't be here this weekend if i want to see him in november AND i hate the idea of being 23, even though nice people try to reassure me that it's not old. i know it is.), i will try to enjoy it. i plan to sleep in, do minimal amount of work, sleep some more, go to the gym, shower and go to dinner. i'm having dinner with some friends at osaka, a japanese steakhouse in town. we're eating at a hibachi table, something several of my friends have never done. mj's a little worried about this because she doesn't want to see meat cooked in front of her, but i assume will be okay. not sure what the post-dinner plans are, but i need to be out of my apt for a few hours, for um, reasons that i won't disclose on a public blog. i'm having dinner with ayse on saturday - bertucci's. yum. and that will be the bday weekend. no major partying this year. i guess somehow i' think i might have grown out of that stage. ah, well. it was fun while it lasted.

my friends are all attempting to tell me to not do work tomorrow. it so much a part of my life, my routine now that i'm not sure if i can take a day off. we'll see. i need to work very hard this year. i'm already down to 46 weeks - actually less than that. i only have til the end of july to defend and revisions most certainly must be done by mid-august. otherwise, i will be more than SOL. so much more than that.

(in other news, it's been a hard day because i miss him so much.)