I have not written in a few weeks! I was kidnapped by aliens, kept in a cage in a clinical laboratory service while they used my ovaries for reproduction to ensure that their species lived on.

Ok actually I was just really lazy and busy with a few projects sitting on my plate growing mold.

I’m still trying to decide if my weekend was fun like a carnival, or fun like getting plastic surgery. I say that because I’d love to have bigger boobs, but I would not go through the pain of surgery to look good in the end. A weekend out drinking feels the same way. I have fun doing it, but the next morning is not so fun.

I have these moments where everything that could possibly be bad in the world gets aired on the news all in the same week, and then it seems like you are personally having the worst week ever. It just makes you question so many things in life. I hate moments like these.

I had the oddest experience at the dentist yesterday evening. I had to go in a little over a month ago to get fillings done on my right side. Yesterday’s appointment was for fillings on my left side. I didn’t really understand how I got the cavities, I don’t drink soda and eat a lot of chocolate, but I never argue with the person that does work on my teeth…