Soggy

No film noir, but hours of rain, and no end of it in sight.

It was ten days ago I went to the dentist and got my jaw stabbed with the needle, and for some reason it's still sore. I don't think it's infected or anything, but it doesn't like to be opened very wide. My hypochondria insists that a bit of the needle broke off in there and is slowly working its way into my brain to kill me. What seems more likely is that I'm probably grinding my teeth in my sleep. I hope whatever it is clears up before April 19th, when I have to go in for the next appointment and stabbing.

Last day of March already. I remember few soggier months.

Stuff is Nonsense

Note to self: Don't start cleaning your room late in the evening.

Seriously. Piles and piles of stuff shifted about, and comparatively little thrown away. I can't use the room until I finish getting rid of this stuff or putting it back where it was (and if I do that I'll just have to dig it out to go through it again another day.)

Things. Things and their agenda. They want to own me. Pwned!