It's five days after my birthday, and 20 doesn't feel that much different than 19. I don't think the getting older part of my birthday was what I was dreading so (I mean, 20 is NOT old.), but instead I always dread the present giving time. 1) I don't feel like I deserve any presents 2) I don't like that people who may or may not have the money may or may not feel obligated to get me a gift. All in all, I got what I did want- a t.v. from Patrick for my room in the apartment. Woo hooo! Really, I'm a lucky girl to have him (even though, like this morning, he can be sort of a turd).

Now, I must go find some coffee. I'm in desperate need.