Yay :-/ going to the range

Dear Diary,
So I got home late today-somewhere past 7PM (I stop watching the clock after I know I don't have a chance in hell of getting home on time...I really miss getting paid overtime when there was a purpose of working past regular hours) and I  had to go to the dentist today (dentists, clowns and folks that want to chase me around with chain saws are pretty high on my people to avoid list BTW)...so weh me (.)...how far away is Friday from Tuesday again? Many would say that it is only two days and a wake-up but unlike those little balls of sunshine, I don't agree. This is going to be a long week FML type of week - I can just tell and it is not because I have to go to the range in the morning because I am on the detail list (like always). I just know that it will be a long week. At least it isn't so bloody hot; I just hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Nothing is worse than shooting in the rain covered in mud with at least 40 pounds of gear on. I hate it, three hours into it and all I really think about is taking a nice hot shower. I would rather not "play army for the day" - oh wait a minute, that's right - I forgot I signed away the right to make my own decisions some few years ago; which is why I had to stay late at work (probably for the rest of the week), go to the range, and go see the dentist all in the same week. Then to top it off I lost my keys and couldn't get into the storage area to get all that gear I hate wearing. That doesn't mean I didn't get what I needed from the storage area though. If I wasn't about to pass out and take a coma, I would write a little bit about how I got "owned" by a master padlock, it was actually the highlight of my day today which leaves me feeling a bit tired, hallow and sad, but at least it was a kind of funny story. Oh well, too tired to write anything that might be construed as funny at the moment. I must go and sleep now before my novocaine stuff wears off and my comfortably numb turns into making me want to punch babies pain. Goodnight.