Bummed Out
I’m kind of bummed this morning. First, if you haven’t noticed, Everyday Randomness is down. It has been down since early yesterday morning and will be down until later this evening when we get the server straightened out.
It’d take too long to go into detail about it all, but the server crashed big time. It was caused by some software that didn’t install quite right, and now everything is all screwed up. Luckily the entire server backs up every morning at 4am (and I keep my own personal site backups as well), and the crash happened just after the backup. Everything is being restored back to it’s state at 4am yesterday morning, but it’s taking quite a long time.
The major downside is that I host a few other bloggers. Luckily they all understand that things like this happen from time to time. Hopefully it won’t be happening again anytime soon.
Other than that I’ve just been bummed out since last night. I feel like I have a right to be. When it comes to my birthday there’s 1 non-family person that I expect should remember my birthday.
That would be my best friend.
It’s not hard for her to remember. Her son’s birthday is the day after mine, and we talk about that all the time. She’s mentioned my birthday to me quite a few times this week, so when it rolled around I expected her to be the first person to send me a Happy Birthday note. She almost always makes a big deal out of it.
She makes such a big deal of it that it worried me when I didn’t hear from her all day. I even sent her a text wanting to know if she wanted to go out with us for a drink, and I got nothing in return. So, I finally got to a point where I was so worried I text her at 10pm last night wanting to know if she’s ok. It’s not like her to not text me at least a gabillion times everyday.
She wrote back around 10:15pm that she was fine, out hanging out with some friends, and pretty drunk off her ass. I know it shouldn’t piss me off, but it does. Of all days to up and decide to not speak to me at all. Yeah, I feel pretty pissy over it all. After my parents, my sister, and my Hubby I expect my best friend to be the one other person who at least says Happy Birthday.
