When I lay my head on the pillow, tomorrow starts

Today was a weird day. It was my birthday.

When I got to school, the power was out in the portables, which meant no lights and no heat. Someone stole the copper wire, and we were told to expect no power all day. It was frigid and dark. We had to open the door for the sunlight, but the cold air was biting. I took 2^nd block to the student union, spent half of 3^rd block there, and then I kept 4^th block in my room. At the end of the day, I was very tired and very cold.

I went home, put on sweats, and read under a quilt. I was supposed to go to dinner with my mom, but I really didn’t want to get dressed and go out, so I stayed home. You know that was a bad call, I knew it was a bad call, but I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

After a few hours of solitude, I decided that I wasn’t feeling up to calling a friend, but that I should probably get out of the house. Strangers seemed safe.

I drove to Mervyn’s, called my mom, cried in the parking lot, and then I drove back home.

If it wasn’t my birthday, it would have been a perfectly fine evening. I hate birthdays and holidays. And teacher appreciation week. I feel so unappreciated during teacher appreciation week.

Tomorrow’s a new day. A normal day. A Friday. Cross your fingers for electricity. I'm going to wear a coat and scarf, just in case.