Happy Birthday, Ted

February 18, 2010

Ted,

Happy Birthday, Bastard.

Only with you could I start a letter this way and know that you'll find as much humor in it as I do.

Really, Happy Birthday brother.

I feel awful. First of all I am a day late on this well wish. Your birthday was yesterday. I knew this in the back of my mind yet, somehow, I got distracted and my lack of desire to touch my computer has really hampered my ability to keep in touch and keep myself up to date with these things. Facebook reminds me of birthdays, events and the like, but little good it does me if I don't look at it, right?

My job all day requires me to stare at a computer. I go through these phases where the last thing I want to do when I get home is look at another computer screen. Fuck it, I say. I'm getting older and my eyes get tired.

I also feel bad because I would have loved to have called but I've been lazy and always forget to add your phone number into my cell phone after you call. I'm a horrible friend at times. I get so wrapped up in my desire for solitude that when these moments come, where I want to reach out to people, I've almost made it impossible for me to reach them.

This is going to be short, maybe sweet. It's late for me. Fighting a cold here and sleep has been evasive. I need to go to bed soon and try to get a good sleep in. My mornings are very busy these days and a good rest is required. I get up at six and then after getting myself cleaned and dressed, I move on to the baby. I love the extra time with him in the morning (now I get to see him before I leave for work, unlike before) but it means about half an hour less of sleep.

I miss you, I love you. I owe you a better letter than this...

I will write one. I promise.

Until then, be strong, my brother.

Congrats on another year...

Love,
A.L.Y