Happy Birthday...I'm 43.

My weekend was...annoying, weird, irritating and sort of fun, just all at differing times.

Friday night, I went to my work outing at the Thunderbolts game. I really didn't want to go because I hate work outings but I felt obligated since my one boss that I like paid for everything and others bailed out on her at the last minute. The game itself was sub par. It's hard to root for a team you have no interest in. However, the seats were good. I spent most of the night talking with my coworker's girlfriend, who ended up being very cool. The evening ended with a drunk coworker who is 53 years of age calling me a "fucking loser" through her slurred drunkenness because I didn't want to drive back to my work's hood for more alcohol consumption. Sadly, she is kind of right, even though I wanted to toss her down a flight of stairs for saying it out loud.

Saturday, I spent the whole of the day playing games on my Mac. I went to dinner with my sister, her husband and our friend but after that, it was mostly TV watching. The new Bill Maher special was good though.

Today, it was a frothy drive to Fry's followed by some baseball action. I did OK, hit a complete bomb and had a few other OK hits. All in all, I had the most fun playing ball, as per usual. The rest was all typical routine stuff which is starting to get to me. I go back to therapy this Tuesday and let me tell you, I need it. Once my therapist went on the DL 6 weeks ago, I thought I would be good to go. Turns out, I've been wrong. I've done some things I'm not proud of at all and they are starting to bother me. Hopefully, I can start putting them behind me completely or it's time to take it to the streets.....Paul Kearsey-style.