oh, for heaven's sake. bite me.

Today my alarm didn't go off at all, & I was woken up by my dad coming downstairs & asking, wasn't I supposed to go to work today? I blearily replied (thinking it was before my alarm), Not until noon, to which he said, Yes, but it's almost one. Since I didn't get to work until an hour & a half after I was supposed to, this was definetely not the day to ask Larry about scheduling, so I can't give an answer to Shana until probably next week, which makes me feel like a slacker on that end too. And obviously I didn't get to take a shower this morning so I feel all hot & frustrated.

Plus, my shoe just broke.

...which is really more funny than anything else, I guess. I fixed it with Elmer's.

At least tonight I'll be at home & productive. I hope. Or I'll sit around & mope about losing my wisdom teeth.

I'm not looking forward to surgery at all. He gave me valium to take before I go in, but I lost it. (Yes, shut up, I lost it.) I don't really want to take it anyway. As much as I don't want to get my teeth ripped out, I'm going to be unconcious for the actual procedure & I'm not one for anxiety attacks. Right?

Oh, blargh.