There was less than a week till my birthday.
Okay, it couldn't even be called a week, there were just a few days.
Okay, in fact, it wasn't even a few days.
Okay, it was tomorrow.
Today was the seventeenth of December and I was sulking at home, trying to get as much as I could from my escaping youth during that peaceful, Friday evening.
The past three weeks came and gone with no unexpected events coming up.
I've spent the first week 'recovering from my recent injuries and staying away from trouble'. Insert an eye roll here.
A long, torturous week, during which I was forced to stay at home by two fire-breathing hydras. Meaning: Sierra and Dom. Of course, other people showed up, too, but they didn't piss me off nearly as much as the two of t
