I may have some issues with Confucianism, but... that statement's entirely true. I've certainly been doing that this past few weeks.
The truth is, it was a good birthday. It had all the makings of a good birthday. I just didn't let myself enjoy it because I complicated everything.
I finally managed to talk to someone (thank you thank you thank you, Rockett), so I feel a bit better now.
Well... aside from being sick.
As usual, when I go into one of my extended stress fits, it's ending off with the world-famous stress-induced fever. Yay.
It's time for simple now. Now it's time to simply watch Doctor Who.