I really don’t like Wednesdays. They’ve always been the kind of day you just want to get over so that you can get to Thursday, which isn’t Friday but it’s the next best thing. And Wednesdays are the days where I have to work until 5:00, which really sucks. It gives me more time in the morning, of course, but I don’t really need more time. I’m out of bed no later than 4:45 (I’d get up earlier, but I have the water heater set to come on a 4:30, so I just lay around waiting for the water to get hot enough to take a shower), and am generally out the door by 6:10. Except on Wednesdays, when I don’t have to leave until about 7:50 or so. By 6:45 I’m kind of sitting around trying to figure out what to do. No way do I want to go to work – it’s a long enough day as it is.

Thursday is normally not too bad of a day, but tomorrow I start the day at the dentist. It’s only for cleaning and an inspection, but it’s still not something I’m exactly looking forward to. Hopefully he won’t manage to find something to work on (you know those dentists – always looking for a project).

When I got home yesterday, I found that our troublemaker problem child, Bud, had decided to celebrate my dad’s (who Bud is named after) birthday by knocking one of the model wooden ships my dad built (the USS Constitution, in fact) down and chewing it up. He broke all the masts and the rigging. This is not something I could possibly ever repair, so that’s that. I guess it’ll just sit around looking shipwrecked until I croak, and then somebody can come along and throw all my shit away.

Oh well, time to get back to work. Only three more hours to kill.