Tomorrow will be the first year in eight I haven't spent Richard's birthday with him, and this makes me feel like a heel. It would be stupid to acknowledge it in anyway given 1) zero contact from him whatsoever since January including 2) he also blew off my birthday ... but still, given how many times he's told me how much he worries about being forgotten and alone on his birthday, I can feel my heart being tugged at.
Which obviously means I'm a complete moron. Curious Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, God how I need you.
Have not managed to cure myself of stress so that my urticaria could go away, and think I spent today exhausted thanks to it.
Job interview tomorrow. Luck, etc. At least my face isn't swollen up.