Not bad weird, just weird weird. I slept through an appointment that I really couldn’t miss, woke up screaming at my phone (which took it well) and then moved onto Dak, who took it less well. “WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP? OH MY GOD! I’M SO FUCKED—”
In fairness to Dak the phone really was the true culprit. The alarm is acting unforgivably funky. Either way, I quickly turned my freakout in a more productive direction: I called the doctor’s office. I don’t remember what I screeched into the phone but thank god Lynn, the badass-est badasses of receptionists answered, and she told me to get my happy ass there between 1:15 and 1:30.
Easy peasy. That gave me just enough time to hop a bus and make the trip. Lynn got me right in to see the man with the prescription pad and then I spent the rest of the sunny, unseasonably warm afternoon wandering around Northampton.
Pretty fucking boring. I know. I’m just not feeling particularly interesting right now.
So why write?
Hell if I know. Maybe I’ll be interesting later, but I doubt it.
I wonder how Batmish’s day was?