Birthday

Today I turned 34.  I got some cash and a gift card to the bookstore.  I also dropped my wife's cell phone on my small dog's head on accident when it flew out of my hand.  Poor little thing is smaller than some cats, and after her trip to the animal hospital a couple weeks ago, she shakes horribly if she's scared, and can't stand being left without human company.  Very sad.  She's my little pal.  I felt like crap.  I've got a three day weekend, but today kinda sucked.  Just another day.  I should be able to get some writing in I guess, but who knows?  I've got quite a bit of writing that has to be done, but I never seem to get as much done as I should.  Its hard to write at home, the dogs want to sit in my lap, or there's some nonsense going on around here to distract me.  I'm too lazy to drive to a Starbucks.  Though I found my pair of noise cancelling headphones, it can't hurt to drive out the world for an hour or two.