Cav's Place

I guess I’m 31 now… And can’t say I have anything to say. It’s just another day that just happens to mark the start of yet another year since I was thrown into this world. The last one didn’t have much of a point, same as so many others before it, and so far there’s no reason to hope the next will be any different. As always, the only hope is the false one I still somehow manage to create for myself, requiring more effort every day to do so.
I guess I’ll be “celebrating” it by trying to pick up my new ID card, in case it’s ready, and needing to go alone since dad won’t be free until Monday. Should also see whether I can manage to run, before or after, and then try something else, probably after, if I won’t be too messed up. But it would sure be different and actually mean something if all of this, and in fact everything, would be done with her. As it is, it can’t have any point and I’ll feel rotten even if I’ll manage anything, possibly even worse than if I don’t… Which doesn’t give me much hope to be in any sort of decent shape and state of mind for the event planned for Friday. But that’s another story.