Dawn's Digression.

I completely forgot to tell you what happened in the bathroom the other day.

We have four stalls in our restroom here at work. There's my stall, the two middle stalls, and the handicapped stall. Well, first of all, there was someone in my stall, which is completely unacceptable. Someone was in the stall next to that. I was shaken, but decided I could use the third little stall. I simply HATE handicapped stalls. They are so big. I feel like people can see me better. So, I like the little stalls. Anyway, I went into the stall and someone had tinkled and not FLUSHED. WHY? Why, oh, why would anyone tinkle and not flush. I flushed the toilet using my foot and used that potty. I was completely grossed out, though. I usually won't use an unflushed potty, even if I flush it. It just creeps me out. But this gets worse... as I was pottying, one of the ladies in the restroom with me left the bathroom without washing her hands. I was completely disgusted. If you are ever in my presence, please, please, PLEASE do not potty and then not wash your hands. That is completely nasty. I was traumatized.

I think I know why I'm excited about my birthday. For three years, my birthday has depressed me because I share it with Rachel. I think I'm over not having/getting to share my birthday anymore. My birthday was really rough those first couple of years after we broke up and I absolutely refused to do anything. One year Michele, Tonya, and I went to a restaurant for dinner. But that's it. I just didn't want it to be fun. It's about time I was over all of that, don't you think? Well past time. And it feels good not to be remorseful all the time. All that sadness and thinking 'what if' is really quite exhausting. And counter-productive.