Feb 28, 2005 13:42
I'm mad at myself because I did something really stupid with the car insurance dealie. But hey, at least it's done.
I'm really stressed out.
My dad is going to bring me to the doctor, the appointment is in an hour and 15 minutes. Come on, Renee, get motivated motherfucker. You can get dressed. Maybe. I kind of wish they'd just send me to the hospital so I don't have to keep track of my meds. I'm currently on 11 of them. Imagine that. Some of them I take more than once a day too. What fun.
Frustration runs rampant.
But I like to try to end every negative-ish entry with something positive. So here's my piece of positivity: There were not-so-distant times when I wouldn't be able to go to the doctor because my dad found it more important to work than bring me. So this is better. =)