Enrolled at William McKinley High today.

I am in Glee Obsess Mode.

Watched an unhealthy amount of season one yesterday. Proceeded to go to the store and buy all of the CDs. Spent the better part of today putting said music on my iPod and Googling facts about the show/cast. I would even go as far as saying I may have a problem.

I broke my retainer at some point during the night two evenings ago. I often wonder what I would do if the blasted thing were to break (elaborate fantasies play out in my mind involving an incident with a suitcase and a plane) because it's like 12 years old and I wear it 4-5 nights a week to keep my dentes straight. And then. It snaps. Thank you, Dr. Larry Howell, for seeing me on such notice. Even though you are merely a dentist and not an orthodontic expert, you agreed to meet with me and inspect my ancient straightening device and have given me hope that it will be repaired in a mere four days. Don't disappoint. I can't deal with the heartbreak or my teeth moving about unrestricted for an extended length of time.

Wilmington was swell. Forever 21 occurred. Bloody Mary's were present. The Super Bowl was viewed. T-shirts were made. Board games were played. Pretty sure that's all you need for a trip to excel.

Grannyma had hip replacement surgery today. All went well with the procedure and she's doing just fine, which is pleasing to hear. I was able to talk to her for a couple of minutes once she finally was placed in a room and despite the overwhelming amount of painkillers she was on, she managed to remember my decimated retainer and ask about it's wellbeing. Sweet, sweet woman. You have just had a new hip put in but you are more concerned about others and their way less serious issues. Love her.

MySpace is devil-spawn.

IT FROZE MY MAC. Why did I visit such a heathen site, you ask? Because I'm a moron and didn't know better. I was attempting to scope out the more than likely piece of shite band that will be performing at Wild Wing in Wilmington this weekend and my Google search directed me (unawares) to their poop-filled MySpace music page. It wrecked havoc on my beautiful computer and completely froze it and I had to push the power button it was super traumatic and I'm really angry because my computer is new I hope MySpace breaks dies burns explodes implodes crashes catches fire disintegrates falls of the face of the planet asap.

In happier news, I travel to Raleigh tomorrow. I am pronouncing it Sweatpant Day and mandating pajamaish clothing to occur. Heather and I are going to get our booze on. Win.

Then Saturday I'll be heading to Wilmington to do Super Bowl related things. Apparently I can get my taxes done for free at the senior center. Why, yes please. I shall be back in D-Town Thursday. Can I just say that I really hate it when people refer to Greenville as G-Vegas? Yeah.

Wheel of Fortune is calling my name. Thank you, non-ghetto Facebook.