I’m not sure where it all changed, but one day, the days I took off of work stopped being for fun.
Today, for instance, I got to spend half of the day with a dentist and pay a few hundred dollars for the honor of coming out in pain (albeit, with some new porcelain in my mouth).
When I got home, I waited for my tongue and bottom lip to return to normal size, and then spent the rest of the day talking about refinancing the mortgage.
And to think, yesterday I thought I’d have time to pick up a new DVD burner.
