Current mood:	sore
Current music:	"Room Noises," Eisley

I only really need the one
So today I finally got to hang out with Amanda, and it was good times indeed. Except then she and Chaz abandoned us to go hang out with someone else. For shame! No, I understand. But you better come visit me, bitch. And bring your pool.

In 3 minutes it'll be the 4th of July, and everyone will immediately leap from their beds and start barbecuing helpless animals in the name of our fair country while whistling the national anthem and knocking back a few beers. Or something like that. I work in the morning, but afterward I'm driving down to Camp Hill for an informal little gathering at my brother's place. I won't be barbecuing anything, though. Or whistling or knocking back. Just seein' people. I'm bringing my niece back with me to spend the night, something she's been wanting to do for a while. So that should be entertaining, or possibly terrifying. Hopefully the former.

My mouth is fucking killing me. My wisdom teeth have been coming in for a while, hurting for a bit and then going away, etc. Now there's this weird lump and it hurts really bad and I'm putting Oragel on it like every 15 minutes because I'm not really sure what to do. Going to the dentist would be the obvious choice, but look, Ma! No insurance! I'm hoping this thing works itself out, because otherwise I'm pretty much screwed. Anyone interested in purchasing a kidney?

Fuck, those are huge Indians.