I currently have a big nasty burn on my left hand.

Alright, it's not that big and nasty, but it hurts like it should be big and nasty. Wonder if it could get me out of orchestra?

I continue to believe that my boss is going through non-stop menopause. One minute she's your best friend, next minute she's scary bitch from hell. She yelled at me 'cause I can't work Saturday, even though I never work Saturday. Then she told us that this isn't school and we shouldn't talk so much and blah blah blah. She's just a cranky old lady with a stick up her ass.

Pep Rally tomorrow. I actually kinda like those things.

And I just ran out of things to say. Damn.