Well, just for a few hours, but I’d been working on this new CMS script for a cam site that should be done soon and I was frustrated. I ate lunch but felt like I was going to scream, so decided to get the hell out of the house for a while. I’d already updated Hair To Stay, the food blog, Pam’s Reviews and had done some meta tag research for my new cam site. Usually I go to the beach but I ended up in the other direction and found myself in the back woods of North Dartmouth. I think I was going through missing my car because I ended up at this area I’d been to before that has a Mustang, same year and color as mine, only it’s a convertible with a white ragtop.

Drove around for a while and saw about 20 classic cars including a Chevelle, Cougar that had been restored, and lots of old trucks.

Watched American Idol tonight and I went into the performancs in-depth on the coffee blog, but my vote for the bottom 3 tonight is Ace, Kelly and Katherine with Kelly going home. Even she admitted she butchered the song. Did you notice how hairy Paris is?

Have a doctor appt. on Thursday, I’ve cancelled this 3 times already, it’s with the 3rd surgeon I’m supposed to see. The first wants me to have surgery on my neck. The chiropractor is helping but it’s only temporary. The 2nd agreed that I should not have surgery and should seek alternative methods. Hell, I just don’t want to spend $30k on surgery that may not fix the problem, ya know? I feel like I’ve already spent way too much on tests, and it’s embarassing as hell to have them see the hair in places it shouldn’t be. I’m not sure if I’ll keep this appointment, I guess I’ll know more tomorrow since if I plan to cancel I have to do it tomorrow. I think if I ever see part of my exhaust system on my car I’m going to kick the hell out of it for doing this to me.

Had a weird dream again last night, my ex and I were sleeping in a car at the beach, not touching, and when I looked out the window I saw we were at the beach and saw my favorite house there, but it’s my chiropractor’s house, and she isn’t near the beach. I saw the taffy stand I used to go to as a kid but it’s not at the beach near here nor near my chiropractor …. I need to analyze this one in my dream book, that’s for sure.

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