So, we lost.

And for some strange reason I am calm about it. Now, this may be because I'm busy trying to deal with the Side Effects from Hell I've gotten from my new medication (now discontinued) prescribed to treat the gastroparesis, but I get the feeling I'd feel like this anyway. There comes a point where expectation descends to reality, and I've always been a pessimistic bitch. I'll be rooting for Inter now, should they (miracle of all miracles) manage to whup Liverpool's arse come next Tuesday, and that strange twist of fate aside, I'll be cheering on Arsenal. Whom, despite how much I wanted them to lose tonight, I cannot begrudge the win. Not with Cesc's little fox ears up in glee, and Phil's bald, bald Swiss head shinning in the light of victory.

I weep only because this was Paolo's last night in Europe, and it reminds us that we are just that much closer to his Last Night of All. (Which will be, ironically enough, the derby. Oh football, how narrative necessity controls you.)

It's my birthday today

and, as usual, I would have forgotten this had my mother not reminded me on the phone yesterday. I'm pretty sure I haven't bothered to tell anyone around here, so that will at least spare me the awkward pause when I don't know how to reply to "Happy Birthday!". I'm 24, which feels a lot less weird than turning 23 did, although I look askance at the fact that this means in one year I will be 25. Sometimes I think possibly I should set about getting a life before this happens, but whenever I contemplate going about actually doing this, I end up falling asleep. Which is much more enjoyable than getting a life, frankly.

What is the most frightening is realizing that the "age at which I should be planning on having children" has shrunk from ten years to "five to seven". How did that happen? *crawls under desk and whimpers*

Today is Monday, unfortunately, which means my birthday will be spent going to my lab meeting, my TA meeting, and my genetics seminar, and then frantically trying to get all the lab work I need to get done today done in the evening, because I've spent all day in meetings. I hate Mondays. *sigh*