Where's the joie de vie?

For anyone keeping track, I turned 25 last Friday. It was the worst birthday I have ever had, but in a sense it helped me realize what exactly was wrong with my life. What I discovered is that my problem is what I am going to call the "Poof, what do you need?" syndrome. In that, I spend my life concentrating on what everyone else needs me to do and not doing anything for myself. Though this has been a major issue for me over the last few years of my life, it is manifesting itself into this uncontrollable rage. To recap, for those who have yet to hear the detailed events of my birthday: My friend (former friend now) from high school came up with her 6 month old, who, due to the fact that his mother cannot change a diaper, was suffering from a severe diaper rash and cried all three days he was here. I was then forced to buy her a pregnancy test, because, heck, I mean, since one illegitimate child isn't enough why not have two. Fortunately, if was negative. She then continued to siphon money off of me for various and assundries and left after 3 days off snipping at me without so much as a thanks for having us up. It will be a cold day in you know where before I invite her back. I don't mind doing things for people, but every now and then, even I, sarcastic bitch that I am, need a thank you.
If that wasn't good enough, my husband came home from his conference with a case of self-diagnosed food poisioning. After tending to him, he was fine and we both assumed that it had passed. I started puking about 2am Monday morning- not a case of food poisioning, but in fact the stomach bug that has been going around. I can say though, it was the most interactive sovenir that I have ever received! Most of the time, I just get postcards or knick-nacks, this time, I got projectile vomit- I am SOOOO lucky. I took yesterday off to sleep and spent most of today running errands. I missed my Tuesday afternoon coffee time, so I am bound to be thrown off for the rest of my week. What I really want to do is get into my car, which, after 2 hours at the court clerks office has paid tags, and just drive...I don't have to go anywhere and I don't particularly want to see anyone, I just want to get the hell out of here.