happyfish

I had this whole list of things to do this morning, because today was supposed to be my day off. Then my supervisor called at 10:51 am and asked if I could come in and work. Apparently, Thomas was sick. So I said yes. More hours = more money and all that jazz. So I barely got anything done on my list, and still haven't called the god-damn union about my god-damn dental plan. I think I'll have to leave early tomorrow to ~~avoid my parent's phone call~~ go to the bank. Or something. I've needed to call the union for almost a month now. Stupid fear of telephones.
Omg! Swing tomorrow! *dances* And maybe playing in snow and blanketforts and stuff. I haven't had a good blanketfort in years!
I burnt myself again today. >.< I'm really starting to hate the fact that most of the racks at work don't fuction properly. On one, the wheel is worn down almost to the axle. I mean, that's pretty obvious, right? Couldn't they see that and get it fixed? And not, you know, keep putting things on it that I have to bake?
I feel randomly angsty because no one's updated their livejournal in the last five minutes and I've read all the posts on my f-list. Damn livejournal for being so addicting!
I wrote over 1000 words for lazyass writers. O.o I didn't even know I was in a writer-ish mood. Apparently, I was.
That's all for now, methinks. Over and out. XD