Sad. It's been two weeks to the day since I updated this diary and I have nothing more interesting to report other than the fact that I a)failed my road test, b) am roasted like a rotisserie chicken on my shoulders and c) have planned a last minute road trip to PEI this weekend. Let's start from the beginning. Road test was AWFUL. I wanted to kill myself the entire time and the guy shouted at me before we even left the parking lot. BLECH. Also, Saturday, I went outside for the first time in a halter top. I see this as a pretty big deal cause I am sometimes (read: when I am not drunk) self concious about my body, and I have flabby, spotty arms, and a pasty white back. This is similar to an experience that Kyle had this week.. anywhoo. So I wore a halter top to Woodstock (mostly because it was too hot for anything else) to watch a horse show, and I was outside for maybe ten or fifteen minutes and I got roasted like a chicken. Yesterday we went to Killarney lake with the kids and even though I wore sunscreen, it was ten times worse... Ugh, I have no interest in writing in this right now. *le sigh*
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Monday, Jun. 27, 2005 ~ 2:30 p.m.
