Usually for my birthday, I plan on doing something nice and/or special for myself. This year, I’ve been so burnt out from work that I didn’t even bother. I’m probably going to end up spending my birthday working overtime and doing laundry.

It doesn’t help that the one person I would want to spend it with is away. Or that I’m two weeks in to adjusting to new hormonal birth control, which is making me profoundly depressed. It was dark out when I left for work, it’ll be dark when I leave. I’m having a bad day.