Five days of debauchery and wicked -- oh, hell, we all know I'm just going to OD on fanfic writing.

I didn't even know until last night at work that Labor Day means I've got a five-day weekend coming up. Not that I can go anywhere or do anything since I've got to save my cash for Winchestercon (YAY!), but still. Five days off. WHEE! I may sprain something.

I'm starting to think that given any cracked-out concept and enough time to think it through, I could give Dean Winchester any secret dorky hobby. Heh.

Just in case I burst into tears, you'll know why.

My teeth hurt so fucking MUCH.

*whimpers*

I went and got Aleve, which is the only thing that really works on me, and ended up taking twice the dosage, because it's the only thing that works on me. I really wish I knew why I get to have an extremely low tolerance for alcohol ("Two beers and he's doing karaoke"? I wish I could last two beers) but have a ridiculously high tolerance for drugs. The recommended dosage never works on me. For anything.

Oh, man, I cannot afford to go to the dentist this week. I can barely afford food after I pay my rent this week.

*whimpers again*