So, I went to the doctor’s yesterday and almost died. Not from an illness (I was there for a check-up), but from the shock when they told me I was WAY behind on my shots. To put it bluntly: shots would be more stressful to me than a gun being pointed at my head. I was ready to kill someone.

But of course it was a false alarm. My previous pediatrician didn’t fork over my entire shot history, so it’s all good now. I get to drive on my own for the third time tomorrow while I go back to the doctor’s and pick up the shot form for the school i’m transferring to. Oh joy.

I think i’ll go for a jog tomorrow morning. It’s a good mile to the library and I wouldn’t mind chilling out there for a while. After a good jog I could take a shower and then go to the doctor’s. Maybe i’ll even swing by Walgreens and buy that chocolate bar i’ve been craving. Then I can go home and do chores before working on my online math course.

In reality I know i’ll wake up late, rush through my shower, and not have time to stop while i’m out. I’ll probably just barely get my chores done before my parents get home and miss my math teacher signing on.

That’s the way things always go and why it hurts to dream.