The week has already gotten away from me. I had all sorts of things I wanted to have done by now and none of them are even started. And I have to go to the dentist after work and get some fillings. Yuk! Damn my genetically poor teeth! Me and dentist are going to be seeing lots of each other in the next 6 months or so. Maybe I should have found an attractive single younger one...

Then after the dentist I need to go food shopping for the dish I'm bringing to tomorrow's company picnic after work. I really do not want to go. But do not have a good enough excuse not to. I feel that the last night of my 28th year should be spent doing something more fun than hanging out with people I work with. I should be out doing jager shots and dancing on a bar... something along those lines.

And Friday is the last East End fest. I've missed them all so far, so I have to go to this one. Especially since next summer I think I'll still be in freaking Irondequoit.

Man, listen to me bitch...