Arrgh.

It's raining.
It's cold.
And I'm getting a tooth pulled next Monday.
Arrgh.

Well, it was either that or get a root canal. The dentist was like, "Do you want to do it right now? We can numb you up and pull it out, but it's probably gonna shatter and come out in pieces..."

Whoa, whoa, waitaminute. I need that week to psyche myself up for this, thank you. I don't know what happened in the past two years or so, but suddenly I get violently ill if I get a paper cut, or see any blood or anything, so please, for the love of all the saints in heaven, don't give me the gory details of how you're going to have to slice my gums up to get this damn molar out. Ugh.

But babysitting is over. And I got paid. And Spiderman comes out on Friday, really looking forward to seeing it. Justin's also going to be back this weekend, so maybe I'll get to see him, too. All I know is he's getting drunk with Spike on Friday.

Pssh.

Mom needs to make chicken one more time this week so I'll finally have all the bones I need so I can make the chicken stock I need for my Jambalaya recipe. This is going to be FUN. Hee.

Had lunch with John Puma today. His bass player's not dead, so Dad was disappointed, but he's this close to getting a contract with Rounder Records out of Boston. I'm so thrilled- Funkin Dangerous is one of the best local bands around here. Except I think they changed the name. Anyway, John really impressed Rounder's marketing director at a wedding they did up north, and it all went from there. Sweetness.

We get to pick up the mics this week, too. Now all we need is the mixer and we'll be all set, at least for a little while. The PA system is great, especially through the Phase Linear. Dad blew a fuse, though, so he has to fix it.

Chocolate ice cream calls. Farwell, all.

Arrgh.

It's raining.
It's cold.
And I'm getting a tooth pulled next Monday.
Arrgh.

Well, it was either that or get a root canal. The dentist was like, "Do you want to do it right now? We can numb you up and pull it out, but it's probably gonna shatter and come out in pieces..."

Whoa, whoa, waitaminute. I need that week to psyche myself up for this, thank you. I don't know what happened in the past two years or so, but suddenly I get violently ill if I get a paper cut, or see any blood or anything, so please, for the love of all the saints in heaven, don't give me the gory details of how you're going to have to slice my gums up to get this damn molar out. Ugh.

But babysitting is over. And I got paid. And Spiderman comes out on Friday, really looking forward to seeing it. Justin's also going to be back this weekend, so maybe I'll get to see him, too. All I know is he's getting drunk with Spike on Friday.

Pssh.

Mom needs to make chicken one more time this week so I'll finally have all the bones I need so I can make the chicken stock I need for my Jambalaya recipe. This is going to be FUN. Hee.

Had lunch with John Puma today. His bass player's not dead, so Dad was disappointed, but he's this close to getting a contract with Rounder Records out of Boston. I'm so thrilled- Funkin Dangerous is one of the best local bands around here. Except I think they changed the name. Anyway, John really impressed Rounder's marketing director at a wedding they did up north, and it all went from there. Sweetness.

We get to pick up the mics this week, too. Now all we need is the mixer and we'll be all set, at least for a little while. The PA system is great, especially through the Phase Linear. Dad blew a fuse, though, so he has to fix it.

Chocolate ice cream calls. Farwell, all.