22

Yesterday was my 22nd birthday.

I never do much for my birthday. I can't remember the last time I had a party or got together with friends. I was talking to PrettyLies, who doesn't blog anymore, a while ago, and we were joking about having an online video-chat party so I could have an e-party with all you lovely people. Maybe next year?

It was a pretty quiet day. I managed to avoid any major breakdowns. We went for a couple of drives to shortcut mood drops, and I put together the cake I'd baked the day before.

Mum gave me a few Disney DVDs (The Lady & the Tramp, Sleeping Beauty, 101 Dalmatians, The Rescuers & The Rescuers: Down Under), plus a new laptop charger, a food scale, and a couple of warm tops (a hoodie and a button-up cardigan).

As for the food scales, I had two sets. A 0.1g x 250g set that I use for, well, most things, plus a bigger 1g x 5kg set that I use for things like baking and cooking family dinners etc.. But my little ones needed replacing because they go through a set of two 2032 batteries each week. It's a bit of a joke. 

I haven't been baking much at all lately, but with a little encouragement from mum, I made my near-signature triple chocolate (chocolate cake layers sandwiched with buttercream and coated with semisweet ganache), half of which will be given away.


The plumbers have been about this week, after two weeks of "maybe next week"s and endless anxiety on my part, and will be here again next week (or will they?). They did call this time, though, which was much appreciated.

We got back from an appointment one morning, and driving past saw them getting ladders off their truck out the front (they did call the day before). I panicked a little, but mum said she didn't think they'd be out the back. I opened the garage door, saw the tradie standing in the yard and froze. I pretended I was invisible and scurried inside, scooping up an armful of notebook as I went by my armchair.

As much as I hate having them here, they are nice. I obviously haven't interacted with them at all. But apparently one of them kept asking how I was, if I was okay, which I guess is nice.
(Shelby, fyi, one of them is kinda cute, but it's kinda hard to tell with the whole beard-and-sunnies thing)


So I've been hiding in the lounge, today included. Today was supposed to be all about packing and lists and making myself look presentable, but little of that's actually happened. This week's been an utter train wreck but it seems pointless to talk about.

Tomorrow we're going to Warrnambool, but all I want to do is shrink into the ground and disappear.

xxBella