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This weekend will be devoted to apartment hunting. My lease is up in two months and I dont want to keep paying the rent I am paying right now. I think I'm going to move closer to work, because it's cheaper, and well, closer to work. The only thing is, I wish I knew what was going on at work, because things are shaky and moving near work may mean some troubles with commutes if I have to get a job elsewhere. I just dont know if the company is going to work some deals and pull itself out of the deep water it is in, or if it is going to close its doors.
Other than that, I am heading up to Blacksburg in two weeks (yay!) for Picnic. I'll be bringing the pupster with me, so that should be fun.
I had a dental appointment today. The next time a dentist even suggests bringing a drill towards my mouth again without novacaine or lidocaine, I'm just gonna deck him right then and there. I'd been having a problem with a filling and the dentist thought he may have left the filling too high, so he went to shave it down a bit. Well, the bastard hit something and it hurt like a mother. He's lucky I didn't just deck then.
I was having a mild panic attack on my way to the dentist. The dentist is located about a mile from where Larry used to live and Larry also goes to the same dentist, and I kept having irrational thoughts like what if I see him in the dentists office? what if I see him in the parking lot for the grocery next door? Because, you know what, I am still angry, and I don't want to see him or talk to him, or think about the fucking bastard and I think all the anger I've had over the past six months might just explode from that special place I've been burying it, and that could get ugly. So there ya go.
Other than that, I am heading up to Blacksburg in two weeks (yay!) for Picnic. I'll be bringing the pupster with me, so that should be fun.
I had a dental appointment today. The next time a dentist even suggests bringing a drill towards my mouth again without novacaine or lidocaine, I'm just gonna deck him right then and there. I'd been having a problem with a filling and the dentist thought he may have left the filling too high, so he went to shave it down a bit. Well, the bastard hit something and it hurt like a mother. He's lucky I didn't just deck then.
I was having a mild panic attack on my way to the dentist. The dentist is located about a mile from where Larry used to live and Larry also goes to the same dentist, and I kept having irrational thoughts like what if I see him in the dentists office? what if I see him in the parking lot for the grocery next door? Because, you know what, I am still angry, and I don't want to see him or talk to him, or think about the fucking bastard and I think all the anger I've had over the past six months might just explode from that special place I've been burying it, and that could get ugly. So there ya go.