it figures...

I made an appointment, um, almost two months ago (today was the first available appointment then) and they called this morning and canceled for a funeral. Told me Saturday was a possibility because they knew I'd been waiting a while. so I called them back later and rescheduled. I'd prefer to sleep in Saturday, but whatevs. we'll see if I make it.

The fun part was after they left the message I went back to sleep and dreamt about being all angry at them for pushing me to Saturday and then when I got there they want me to do some kooky exercise/touchy feely program with all these other people. I mostly remember telling them I would try it, but I really just needed drugs.