... The weekend come.

I've got that not-so-good Black Eyed Peas song in my head, 'Weekend'. I am, truly, excited about it being the weekend. I was only supposed to work a half day yesterday since I had worked a 12-hour shift earlier in the week, and then I was going to party it up with Omar in the evening. That all came to an abrupt halt when my boss convinced me to work the rest of the day and my dad didn't look so well after he got out of the hospital. Linz and I went to pick up the new flatiron (a thing of beauty!) then went over to her place for a while so I could see the new puppy. Also brought the puppy home to dump on my dad in bed, he was overjoyed.

Today... Well, straightening my hair would be the obvious answer. Going to get some passport pics done and FINALLY get my phone switched to a local number. Apart from that, keeping dad entertained as he lies down in bed for 48 hours.

I'm actually quite excited about my birthday. This is new to me. Well, I'm usually excited about my birthday but the actual event turns out to be anti-climatic. This one does sound promising though.