It's just one of those days...

Well now, as night creeps it's way slowly towards dawn, I sit and type instead of sleeping like I should.
Maybe it's the events that have been transpiring lately, maybe its the goofy weather shifting back and forth, or maybe I'm a big suck and don't want to go to the dentist tomorrow morning.
I loathe the dentist. Nothing personal mind you, should any dentisty types be reading... but just a traumatic childhood experience soured me early on. It's a hard thing for me to have the gumption to go... I can get pretty cagey at times.
"it's just a cleaning Ryan, focus, you can do it!"
... Inner monologue there.. self hype... good times. Thank god I'm single. I don't have to shame myself in front of any 'significant others'

So uh yeah.. I had some stuff I was going to write about, but now I don't want to. Privacy issues. but I will TELL you I was going to write some good stuff... and tease you and then not write about them muahahahahha... why? Only because I'm a jerk.

Music video was postponed. Next Saturday instead. That's fine.. it allowed me to meet up with people this past Saturday.. and what a gong show that night turned out to be! Yeesh.
House parties, Pub Crawls, and Socials oh my! All went well till a flat tire on my friends truck waylaid us for almost two hours. The hardest thing was dismounting the spare tire from its cradle. What a nightmore.. in the cold, dark, wet of night.. I'm bleary-eyed underneath a vehicle that could crush me quite efficiently, with my little pen light grappling away at this be-damned spare tire. GOOOONG!
What a way to sober up completely.. bye bye buzz. After that we managed to put the tire on the wrong way...but eventually we got it all sorted and my friend back on the road.
There is more to this story but for now, I will leave off (again for privacy) . Any curious types will need to ask otherwise the secret dies with me!!! Ok it really is NOT at all as dramatic as all that.. just a long night. Home at 6 am. gettin too old for this...
I love Saturdays.
Friday was not too bad either. The Karaoke place we wound up at was packed to the teeth, and rowdy, but in a friendly sort of way... and enjoyable. The Lime Lites a cozy sort of place.. if a bit scuzzy (just the way I like em!). Also saw a friends band play at the Academy. Cool place in a trendy (and way too expensive) sorta way. I got pictures of evvvverything...
I'm such a tourist.


PS and as I reread this before logging off, I realize fear of the dentist makes me a horrid writer.. this post was lame...
.... and I blame the dentist for my bad writing.. nothing to do with me.. I'm awesome! ;-)

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