If memory serves me...
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Sun's rising... there's enough light outside now to come in through the curtains, light up the room. It's not cold, but it's a lot cooler than it is during Full Daylight. Caleb is asleep and I am awake.
Same old, same old.
The last filling snapped - at least this one came out entirely instead of breaking in half and leaving half in the tooth. *sighs* I hate hate HATE that damned dentist, as well as my own apathy when it comes to oral hygene. *blinks* I wish I still had the bottle of antiseptic rinse stuff. I could use it about now.
Allergies... mild stress... my tummy has been throwing its usual 'Change Is Bad' fits and refusing to cooperate when it comes to eating anything (except jalapeno dill pickles, go figure)... UTI, random cramps, the joys of kidney stones... really, not much has changed other than my stress level going from 'insane' to 'slightly worrisome'. Even my hormones are being their usual irritating selves, leaving me turned on and able to do something about it once every few days, as opposed to the once every few hours I'd prefer. *wry grin*
Meh. It could be worse. Could be better too, but it could be MUCH worse. Right now I'm going to try catching up on journals - email will have to wait - then rinse my mouth with 100-proof vodka, possibly eat more pickles, and try to talk myself into sleeping.
It's 6:30 in the morning and I'm in California.
This still feels surreal.
Oh, also, I've gotten to watch three episodes of Iron Chef in the last few days! *grin* If you don't know what this is... heh. You're missing out, and I'm not going to try to explain other than saying American Gladiator meets Martha Stewart meets Emeril meets professional wrestling.
The Food Network kicks ass in the sense that no one else plays Iron Chef episodes.
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