Absnasm is mostly elsewhere.
As is his way, he’s approaching it with an incredible amount of pragmatism, all cool, calm and collected. So much so that I have mistakenly assumed his utter lack of fuss about the whole thing signifies that he’s not bothered, and I haven’t actually managed to get around to getting him a birthday present yet.
But oh no, he is bothered, as I found out last night when I let slip my presentless state. I never knew that it was possible for someone to be miffed in their sleep. So tonight I will hie me to the Metrocentre and try to find a suitable gift.
To be fair, I did have something planned, but it fell through when we decided to take a trip to Paris because it was so expensive and awesome that I couldn’t afford to do both.
Not only do I not have a present for him, I won’t be able to spend his birthday evening with him as I have to go to college straight from work. No skiving permitted, tomorrow we are given our external assignment, so I’ll roll in the door at 9.30pm, shattered, and pretty much want to go straight to sleep. I am a rubbish girlfriend though this one is kind of out of my hands.
So it would be wonderful if as many people as possible would take the sting out of his rubbish-girlfriend-having by wishing him a fabulous birthday, as I’m so clearly shit at it. Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two.