birthday humiliation!

The invitation to my birthday party, held awhile before my actual date of birth:

Celebrate the anniversary of my birth with dinner, drinks, and a little public
humiliation! Bring an old angsty diary, old poetry, funny old letters,
etc. to share with the crowd. It's like karaoke but with more embarassment
and less singing.

So on my real birthday, I give you a horrible taste from one of my real diaries... as promised to nonlineagirl...

7.18.03
Another day and I am stuck with the hard decision of whether to do
what I
want to do, or to shower and maintain my excellent hygiene. It feels
like there
is just so much to do in such a short amount of time (clean,
write, prepare,
etc) that I decide I don't want to do anything but sit still
for a few minutes.
Is that so wrong? Yes, apparently. We have another child
with Asperger's
Syndrome. His name is D, and he is polite and considerate
beyond words. I am
wondering if the other shoe will drop soon. In other
news, today is R's
birthday. This leaves me vaugely annoyed and I don't know
why. I suspect it is
because I'm jealous of all the attention. The plus side
is 1) it is also Zach
the Wonderful's (a student) birthday; 2) there will be
cake. So, this is good.
I'm trying my hardest to maintain my resolutions to
be helpful and optimistic
and to drink at least a litre of water every day.
It's proving to be a bit more
difficult than I expected.

... From my time at nerd camp.