Ugh.

[apocalypsos]

I left the dentist and went to Panera to kill time until I have to go to work, and most of the people here are obviously upper-middle-class teenage girls who are off for the holidays. I am my dorky sixteen-year-old self all over again. *sigh*

My mother is clearly bored out of her ever-lovin' mind. She sounds like she's about two minutes away from going stir-crazy. I'm not really surprised, considering how much stuff she usually takes on, and I'm sorely tempted to get her something to play with to occupy her time. She can't golf and she's watched all the CSI. She's officially run out of things to do.

I gave myself an awful headache before I left the house because I couldn't find my Social Security card, my unemployment debit card, my voter registration, or my library card anywhere. The only one that really made me paranoid was the debit card for obvious reasons, but I finally found them. Granted, I think my eyeballs are throbbing now, but still.

In other news, my life is still currently mind-numbingly boring. Film at eleven. Urgh.

Comments

[theliel.livejournal.com]

you are not the 16-year old dorky self you are the thirty something way smarter than you used to be self.

besides, you're far more nifty than some ritch kiddie.