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:
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.
True. He'll never know.
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