On Friday, my mom called me up (at work and while my boss was at my desk) to a) wish me a happy birthday and b) because it was my birthday, tell me to buy a lottery ticket for her. This is just proof positive that my mom doesn’t know anything about me, but that’s okay. She wants a lottery ticket for my birthday, so a lottery ticket she will have: I called Ed and asked him to get one, because I *hate* doing it. She called twice more over the course of the weekend to find out if we won anything (one of the smaller prizes, as she was already aware that the Big Prize hadn’t been won and none of the Small Major Prizes were won by anyone in the Lower Mainland – my mom is the Lottery Rain Man) but I ignored the call in the middle of my birthday party and didn’t talk to her until Sunday. As it turns out, we DID win something – $20, which she told me to spend on an additional bundle of tickets for THIS week’s draw.

I hate this stuff. Even the act of buying tickets is highly distasteful to me, which is why I normally get Ed to do it. If only my mom had put all this crazy brain power to GOOD instead of this .. but, no. On second thought, I don’t know how my life would change if I had a mother “with it” enough to know what it is I do when I am not at her house, only that the change would not be for the good. This is better, even if it’s an endless cycle of lottery tickets – spend $20, win $20, funnel that money back into more tickets. It’s all so pedestrian and tacky.

If she DOES win though, I will be glad that I am an only child. Pugs for everyone!

Since I am now Officially Old, I figured it was time I start acting like it. I still have enough time to pick and choose the parts of being old I will subscribe to before it’s all mandatory, so I have opted for the following: random skin pigment changes and hot flashes.

I find myself unbearably hot at night; so much so that last night I had to go into the living room so I could open all the windows and get some fresh air. Ed had mentioned earlier in the evening that he was “comfortable” while I was complaining of hot, so I didn’t want to disturb him with my inability to open the bedroom window without making all the noise in the universe. Besides, it was almost 2am at this point so I gathered up my blanket and 2 of my 5 pillows and set up a nest in the living room. It wasn’t a comfortable sleep – there were drunks at the bus stop having very loud conversations that bounced off the building and into my ear in addition to the epic traffic noise. Still, I can block all that out with pillows but I can’t make the hot go away. I cannot sleep in hot. Does this mean I’m menopausal? Can I have my goddamn tubal ligation now?

According to the internet, I am suffering from “night sweats”. That is a horrible name; I greatly prefer the team “hot flashes”. Apparently my symptoms (if I am in fact suffering from this and not just making grand leaps in logic) can be alleviated by “.. avoiding caffeine, hot drinks, chocolate, spicy or hot foods and alcohol”.  Yeeeeah, I’ll just try opening a window at night – I LIKE my hot spicy caffeinated chocolate alcohol, thank you very much.

The Great Electronic Purge of 2010 continues: I’m selling my Macbook, Beth. I love her dearly, but I’m hoping to purge some clutter and make money to upgrade the devices I DO use on a daily basis. I’m almost at my iPad goal thanks to the sale of my iPod Touch, my EEEPC, and birthday gifts from Ed, Gina and the Biehlers – but drinking the Apple Kool-Aid means I have my eye on the iPhone 4. I don’t want to go into debt for this stupid gadget lust of mine, so we’re trying to do the Responsible Thing and come up with the money in ways that won’t get me arrested for prostitution. Normally I’d try to sell my iPhone 3GS, but I promised it to Ed (mostly so he’d stop stealing my phone to play Radial 50) – this seems like a fair compromise.  So, yeah. Buy my Macbook. She is awesome. And no, I will not ship it to Nigeria.

I’m going to a carnival later this week, and next week has 3 work days and 4 lazy weekend days. Hooray!