It figures that the one time I actually make plans on my day off, I get called into work. I guess that the girl who works in the office threw out her back and couldn't make it into work. Normally, I completely ignore any phone calls before about 10am, but the phone kept ringing, so I checked the message, and found out it was my boss. Damn. I mean, it'll be good to get some hours in so I can make some money, but I had plans!
I was going to go down to my parents' house today. My mom is off work on Wednesdays, so someone would've been home for me to grab some of my music folders from high school, and to steal some of Cody's iTunes. Poop.