I'm such a sap. If I was in one of those old western movies, I'd be the drunk guy at the piano, whining about lost loves, and missed moments. Wow... Look at the alliteration. *sarcastic grin* I'm so cool. BTW... I need to give Missa her dice back. I walked out of her car with them on last night. Got a doctor's appointment this afternoon, for my knee. It's really been bugging me lately, and I don't beleive anyone realizes jsut how much, well, mum didn't until I requested a trip to the doctor's for it. Then, then she knew jsut how much it was bugging me. I hate the doctor's!! HATE IT!! With a passion, like you wouldn't believe. So, here's how her thought processes went:

Knee-has been whining about it a lot lately, doesn't usually whine about her knee, knows I'll make her get it checked out if she does.
Abby- hates doctor's, will never go there voluntarily, suddenly demanding to be seen, as soon as possible.
Conclusion- Not good.

And i jsut got confirmation, but mum places the guilt factor in on it. She feels crappy ebcause I have been whining and she didn't get me an appointment. I'm jsut pissed because I know I could do fgood in my races, so long as I COULD RUN!!!! *snarl* I suck at Life. I admit it. I'm going abck to horseback riding... It was so much easier. I never hut my knee in that sport... *mischeivous grin* Well, I never actually made it better in that sport, either... I jsut wish we could run in the woods more often, and less often on the pavement. *shrug* Eh, whatever. I'll figure it out.

BTW... i was supposed to do osmething this morning, but I can't think of it, for the lfie of me.
List for the day:
Talk to TCapp-ride?
Talk to Christine-ride
Talk to Lindsey-sleepover
Doctor- Knee
Practice- ????
Work- Ugh
Homework- shoot me now, please?
Sleep- Ahh... blessed sleep.