1. I was supposed to carpool to work today, but the girl who was supposed to pick me up didn't set her alarm and just woke up when I called her three minutes ago.
2. When I get back into town from work, I will have to spend over $2000 on car repairs (on top of the $500 I spent two weeks ago), and hopefully my car will start more dependably.
Extrapolating from those two things, I believe my day will end with:
3. I will catch dysentary and spend 8 hours in agonizing, sleepless pain, which will abate 40 minutes before I have to go to work on Wednesday.
My 30th Birthday = wake up, buddy, it's grown-up times.
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Did you get dysentery? Happy birthday, by the way.
Happy birthday, Doc Teeth! :) And may the day end more joyfully than it started ;)
So did you die of dysentry then? Bummer!
Pretty nice blog you've got here. Thanks for it. I like such themes and anything that is connected to this matter. BTW, try to add some pics :).
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