When Stuff Pisses Me Off

Mood: irratated
Music: The Bravery - Unconditional

Well I think it is safe, and very accurate to say that I am not the happiest of campers at the moment.

Besides the fact that it sounds as if there is a cricket trapped within my mouse, which makes me want to hurl it against the nearest wall (...or person) at full force, I have willed myself off painkillers and am now experiencing oral surgery in it's purest form. (And I DON'T LIKE IT! AHHHHHH!)

Anyways. For the past two somewhat uneventful weeks of my life, I've been waiting around discussing with Mikey an appropriate time for the Drama Counicl BBQ, a time that everyone could make it to alright, and just for a change of pace, we were thinking about having it at my house.
So. A couple days go by while I'm in a codiene-induced haze and when I finally arise I have a dandy little e-mail telling me that it's going to be at Fah's place on Thursday approximately one hour before I have to be somewhere else.
That's great - I might as well go hang myself because no offence to The Fah, but I'd probably manage to eke about the same ammount of enjoyment out of that as out of her damn barbique. ...I might just injure my frail jaw from all the fake-smiling I'd have to do.

Dammit. (Over and out.)