I always get so excited for my birthday, as if something phenomenal will happen and make it the best week of the year. Yet, so often, I end up getting sick (which is weird because I never get sick) with a stomach bug that makes the day and week less than perfect. Last week was no exception. I had hopes that I would recover in time to face the fun weekend plans ahead- Friday night date with my friend Heidi, Saturday night dinner with my friend Kim, and a party on Sunday night to celebrate another friend's birthday. Instead, I stayed home, napped a lot, and watched Silver Linings Playbook and Indie Game: The Movie (two of my favorites). It wasn't a terrible weekend; a very small part of me enjoys being sick because it forces me to not over work myself and instead get a lot of rest. But, on the other hand, I really wish my birthday could live up to my expectations for once. Maybe next year.