Monday, April 10, 2006

I'm sick of appointments

In a few short minutes, I am leaving work to go and find out how big my brain tumor is!

Kidding.

But I am leaving work to go to my doctor's appointment. I have a feeling that I won't find out anything. This past week, my headaches haven't been as persistent or as painful as they were the first three weeks.

I am not as miserable, so I could just as well leave the entire situation alone. Unfortunately, I don't think my mom will let me get away with that. She's already talking about seeing an ENT and another internist and blah and blah and blah.

I just want to be done with this crap.

Meg and I went shopping for invitation supplies for The Party yesterday. It looks like the invitations will be (drum roll please) pink and brown! Just like GFF and Dazed. Tee hee hee.

My hockey team lost 7-0 last night. The crazy goaltender in me was very close to going on a killing spree after the seventh goal was scored. I restrained.

The only other thing that is happening in my pathetic life is the new role I have taken on: professional ticket broker. The musical that my cousin Danielle is in is going to be in town in early June. And EVVVVVVERYONE wants to see it. So I spend my days emailing with my aunt, coordinating ticket requests. Four for the evening show on the 11th. Six for the matinee on the 10th! Thirteen (!!!) for the 8th.

At $80/ticket, it'd be nice if I was making commission.

2 comments:

Stace said...

Awe get better soon!

Plantation said...

I never got to see Wicked. Waah.

 
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