A Hero’s Journey
September 16th, 2007On September 4th, I woke up to the horrific realization that today was neither my birthday nor my birthday party day. It was going to be a day without presents, puff pastries or pointy hats. I began the 24 hour slog with breakfast…
I don’t know how I’m going to make it…eating that blueberry took an eternity.
How do people live with the daily disappointment of waking up with no hope of tasting cake and icing that day? Let’s go ask that old guy on the floor.
Well, that wasn’t very helpful. Mildly amusing, yes. But ultimately I am no closer to solving my malaise. Maybe the internet has some answers.
Little help, Grandma? You’re looking at a boy who is NOT celebrating his birthday today. I’m on the edge of panic here, people!
Oh! Oh! It’s worse than I feared. A is for apple, G is for grapes, and half the keys just make Elmo laugh at me! The whole world is a sham! Oh I hate days that aren’t my birthday! Here comes the chaos…
light fading….
darkness overcoming me…
I’m so cold…where’s my blankie?
Maybe a little milk, too please…
…and a story?
Oh! I was just sleepy! I feel so much better now after my nap. There IS hope, people! Just because there’s no birthday cake today doesn’t mean I can’t have cookies, peanut butter, or a leftover piece of yesterday’s birthday cake. Go on with your mundane lives! I’ve found purpose!
Piglet out.