face-palm

Well things most definitely did not go as planned.
Saturday in old Stevenage was alright, if a little uneventful, but my plans for Sunday which I was extremely looking forward to were canceled at the last minute.
It's not so bad though, I've got something even better lined up after work on Monday at 5. I go to bed Sunday night to have my Mum walk into my room and tell me not to forget about my long-ass, expensive-ass dentist appointment the next day at five o'-freaking-clock that I haven't heard about for months, great, that absolutely ruins all that then.
And then I get home from work at 4:15 to have my Mum tell me that they called up and said that they want me to go in at 4:30, well they can piss off, I'm paying a lot of money and have called off a very god damn important meeting for this appointment, the least they could do is have it on time. So I sit here now typing this as I burn time until my appointment at 5.

Update: Turns out my front two teeth are going to fall out of my head and that I need to give people more money for more painful treatment to delay that event.
Fuck this shit.