Birthday and such...

I'm apologizing in advance if this entry is a little weird/chaotic/insane, but I've almost been up for 24 hours straight. Why? I'll get to that.

Friday. I had some friends over to celebrate my birthday. Had dinner and cake afterwards. All very cosy and I had a wonderful time. Got a pretty vase for more flowers and a whole box full of kinder surprise eggs (yay!).

Saturday. My actual birthday. Couldn't sleep that well, because of my throat (still have a cold), woke up without a voice at all. Love made me a hot cup of café chocolate and brought me cough syrup in bed. Sweet, huh? Got my voice back, spent most of the morning on the phone with different relatives. Got money from my grandma and cute rubber stamps :D
Went shopping for beads (didn't find any nice ones) and neccessary stuff. Got home, started moping... The whole morning had just been so... dull, it was very depressing. Riddiculous, of course, but I felt really lonely. For no apparent reason other than that no one from my family or older friends from where I lived before I moved had the time to visit me. Bah, oh well...
Love was frustrated with me being so down, so he invited Simon over for a game of Munchkin, and Simon brought a friend with him. From this point on, it got considerably better. Munchkin was very entertaining, as always, although the guys didn't cut me any slack even though it was my birthday. We went easy on the new guy, as he had some troubles grasping the rules (there was beer involved, so I don't blame him). We could have easily walked all over him, but didn't. Instead we used all the dirty tricks on each other. Which is why this game is so much fun in the first place!
Around midnight we hit the town. There's a rock pub in town that plays fairly decent music and has cool posters on the walls. We stayed there most of the night. I had three coffees with baileys, wanting to celebrate my birthday. What I didn't care to think about, was that I haven't been able to drink coffee for the last three months without having my stomach turn sour on me. But I got on fine until I got home and tried to go to bed. That was... Four and a half hours ago. I'm still up. Not going into details about that I've been doing the whole time, except say one thing, most of those hours were spent in the loo. And another thing that I failed to remember is my sensitivity to caffein. A cup of coffee at around four in the afternoon is enough to keep me awake at night. Now I've had three cups, all after midnight. No wonder I'm still up. With a stomach that's really pissed at me. So, trying to come up with things to do to keep my mind occupied... Hence this entry. I should really try to get to bed, but.. ick.. It's already completely bright outside! And has been for over an hour now. Aye me...