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Jan 1, 2009

Requiem for a Dream


Little things can send me spiraling. This morning, ten minutes
into my day, I realize I have a dentist appointment next Wednesday,
and he is going to lecture me about flossing. I shrug it off, I am
still young and have plenty of time begin a daily flossing habit.

Then, reality made a house call, and punched me in the face; I almost 28.

This morning, eleven minutes into my day, I panicked.

2 comments:

court*knee said...

just don't tell him about those few days when you didn't have toothpaste...he really won't like that. better yet, don't plug your blog to him.

Mi Thoughts said...

True. He'll never know.

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