My Mom told me the wrong day she is off week after next week. WHEN WE PLANNED TO GO SEE THE ORIOLES BECAUSE I HAVE NOT SEEN THEM ALL YEAR.
Dear Mom. The schedule is most assuredly out. Which means I am most assuredly screwed.
LAMETOWN. I live.
Now I have to find work clothes and leave early because I want breakfast which means I need to run to Dunkin Donuts.
I want bagel.
I'm going to cry. I want to see my team before the season is over. I might just have to go by myself.
WHY DOES MY SCHEDULE SUCK?!?!?!
This makes me feel slightly better. This might be bought for my wall.