dontpooyourself

"Nothing exciting ever happens here."

I have until Wednesday to find another place to live. Emailed several folks form Craigslist and Bostonforrent, but nothing has come back as of yet. Hooray.

I have worked for at least twelve hours every day for the last three. Yipee.

I have lost almost every match of online chess I've played recently. My score is now a 1053, but I get the feeling it's rapid rate of decline won't keep it there for long. Huzzah.

I have to see a dentist, and in the worst way. Sadly I've got alot on my plate and am not even sure when I'll make the appointment. I'm sure I'd be in agonizing pain if the tooth in question hadn't had it's nerve removed during it's root canal. Yay.

Things could be worse though, and while I do feel fortunate that they are not, that I've got my health, my hair, a functional brain (although with all the lacquer fumes I don't really know if that's going to last too much longer), I can't seem to combat this fit of lamentation. Lament's not the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind.

What do you have?