Ottawa - a type of grind
I have a feeling there's something going on with my teeth. Specifically, the rear right side of my jaw. There's pain and pressure there, and it's very uncomfortable. It's a kind of pain that's waking me up from sleep, and making it difficult to fall back to sleep. For some reason, it really only affects me when I'm lying down. If I'm sitting up (as I am right now, as I type this, sitting on the large white bed I've been sleeping in for the past almost three weeks) I don't feel it. As soon as I lie down, though, it's like a pressure builds and it gets more and more uncomfortable. I think I might try to see a dentist tomorrow, here. Use my per diem to fix my mouth and then get my union to cover some of it, maybe.
6 more shows to go, then I'm heading back home. This, I like. Many things pull me back home. I want to sleep in my own large non-white bed again. With company. I want to cook in my own kitchen. I want to get back to the throwing away of a lot of what I own.
I have a thing with magnetic letters and fridges. Not that I want them in my house - either the large kid-friendly ones or the smaller ubiquitous magnet poetry ones. But when I see them elsewhere, I play with them.
6 more shows to go, then I'm heading back home. This, I like. Many things pull me back home. I want to sleep in my own large non-white bed again. With company. I want to cook in my own kitchen. I want to get back to the throwing away of a lot of what I own.
I have a thing with magnetic letters and fridges. Not that I want them in my house - either the large kid-friendly ones or the smaller ubiquitous magnet poetry ones. But when I see them elsewhere, I play with them.