Wednesday, July 18, 2001

I have to leave here in ten minutes. It's gonna take me a half hour to drive 5 miles, from LaDuke Roofing and Sheet Metal (my place of business) and the Southfield Medical Village and I'm not looking forward to it.

I came home from work last week and like I always do, crashed on my comfortable bed. My mom walked in about an hour or so later and as I was stuck in a place between asleep and awake, I carelessly said yes to what ever she mumbled. It turns out that she suggested that we both make an appointment to go to the doctor and possible get contacts. I have glasses, yes, and most likely none of you who are reading this have see me wear them.

Anyway, so they're gonna stick something in my eye. IN MY EYE. YOU DO NOT MESS WITH YOUR EYES. WHAT ARE THEY THINKING--WHAT AM I THINKING???? AH CRAP I GOTTA GO.

NO I DON"T WANT TO. EWE THEY'RE GONNA PUT SOMETHING IN MY EYE. OOOOHHH (I'M WHINING NOW)



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