My Day
- Internet issues
- Way too many web updates on way too many different sites
- Band booster meeting dealing with fundraising, my least favorite topic. When will I learn to keep myself in the background and not get sucked into this stuff?
- Work backlogs on all the jobs
- Long weekend with competitions and other family stuff (Do birthday celebrations really have to stretch over more than a week?)
- Piled laundry
- Teeth from hell
If I had any functioning brain cells, I’d consider diverting myself by looking for that perfect 1000th photo, but it would take awhile and I think I don’t have another 2am bedtime in me.
Tomorrow I have to get an emergency dentist appointment to deal with the ongoing issues with my teeth. It’s been awhile since they told me the uppers and front four lowers have to go. Now they do. One of the lowers managed to get knocked out by a renegade piece of pizza yesterday. (Yes, that’s now fragile they are) That is the most depressing part of my day. I hate my teeth. I hate going to the dentist. I hate the idea of having dentures at 47.
I hate the dentist looking at me like I’m a meth addict or something (meth addicts are famous for tooth problems). Mine are purely the result of bad teeth to begin with, substandard nutrition and calcium intake in the early years and one orthodontist’s efforts to fix everything over a seven-year period. There’s a reason they don’t leave braces on for that long — the teeth underneath rot, no matter how good you are, and I wasn’t as a kid. Now I’m compulsive and have been for years, but it doesn’t make any difference.
Procrastination sucks, because now I have no choice (not that I ever did), I’m depressed about it, feel hideous and really stupid. I think it must be bedtime.
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