Scrubs... FTMFW

So, these last couple of days I've been catching up on a LOT of Scrubs.

And I've eaten quite a bit too, moreso than I have this past month...

Anyway.

Dad's flying on Sunday, so that leaves me with a car to drive around for... 12 days, since he's coming back on the 29th.

Except for the fact, that I have to work mostly everyday. Other than Tuesdays (mum's going in)... And Sunday arvos, which is when it's closed.

So, going out or hanging out with friends will have to fall on those two occasions.

Which sucks, because Peter's 19th dinner is on THIS Sunday night. Meaning I can't go. Yes, I was actually looking forward to hanging out with Peter on his birthday.

Other than those above-mentioned pettinesses, everything else in my life is... in check.

I mean, I've been better. I can see myself in a better situation. But I'm quite content as it is at the moment. I think mostly my poems will reflect how I feel on those days, unless I bunch a heap together to write in one day.