Holy Jesus on a pogo stick, I'm bored!

I hate Fridays, because no one is ever online. Everyone else is all gettin' down with their bad selves, and their "lives." Hmph.

I have like all sorts of things I need to be doing, but am I doing them? No. Of course not! Even though I'm bored, and am just sitting around, hoping something entertaining will knock on my door and be like "Rach, I heard you were bored. May I be of service?" I'm like the laziest person, ever.

And I've been needing to make this phone call to my doctor about raising my dose of Effexor for like a million years, but I keep putting it off. For some reason I'm nervous about calling. I think it's because they'll probably want me to make an appointment, and I don't have insurance. So asking to talk about it over the phone will be a nuisance. But still. Why am I not just doing it, already? Sigh. And I could be doing laundry and shit too. But am I? No. God, I'm annoying.

If I don't make another entry today, you guys won't see me till Sunday evening, because I'm gonna be kickin' it in Hooterville, with my Dad.

Ah! Tink just saved me, by IMing me! My hero!