Don't think too hard.

I don't think I got enough done this weekend. Well, I mean, I know I didn't. Otherwise I wouldn't be scrambling to do things now. This week is just not going to be good. Just things and things and things to worry about. And do. Sort of do. Days to limp through.

This weekend went pretty well, I think. The song even came through at the last second. A little up and down in the week leading up to it, but those things happen. And honestly, it doesn't really bother me all that much. People are different and like different things, and that's okay. It's better that way, I think. It keeps things interesting. We have different lives to live and, for the most part, it's better to keep it that way.

Talking--or, rather, not talking--to the oral surgeon about when I can chew again was a little disheartening. I was really looking forward to eating normally again in a month, but the next appointment is almost at the end of March. After spring break. I guess that's okay. I'll just figure out something else to look forward to.

Comments

Cam said…

Digging the whole Snake Eater look he's got going on.

February 16, 2010 at 10:38 PM

Carolynn said…

The only solution is to just get your drank on, every day.

February 18, 2010 at 8:43 PM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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