seventy-five popsicles and only twelve are mine.
i made a trip to the dentist today. it wasn't fun. the dental hygenist decided to pick as much flesh from my mouth as she could. "i like to dig," she said. i spit out more blood than ever i believed could come from my mouth. there was no pink in the sick, it was crimson. she made me very angry.
worked later on with mike and other things happened. i can't remember. i had new wok for dinner. it never sits well.
i'm not excited about anything.