feminista

*cough* I get over one thing and move onto the next. My birthday was amazing, despite everyone being 2 hours late at least and Keith yelling at me on the phone because he couldn't follow directions to a place he'd been at least 10 time before. I got nice gifts, had good food, and got rip-roaring drunk.
Now I must go back to work, with this horrendous chest congestion. This weekend me and Adam are having a slumber party, and next weekend I'm going to Aussie Rules. So at least I have things to look forward too that aren't classes. *cough*