Yeah, teeth - that's right. Actually tooth the be exact - the very front one. Here I am sitting here munching away with my chips & Twizzlers & I feel something stuck to my tooth. I can't rub it off with my tongue so I go to the bathroom to inspect. Low and behold I've chipped my front tooth. So not cool. So totally ruining my weekend - no more smiles, no more going anywhere in public. And I've actually did that. Until tomorrow when I have to go to work, get an appointment & then show everyone when I explain the appt. So so not cool. I wore braces way too long to screw up my teeth now. Urrrgghhhh! So now I have vowed not to eat Twizzlers for a very long time (if ever again)!
Since I did keep myself pretty isolated, I dug out all my scrap stuff & started inking up my fingers. :)
Now I just need to clean up my huge mess. Figure out lunches/clothes for tomorrow. Get Dylan to finally fall asleep. Finish typing the letter to the apartment people. Figure out bank stuff. Put the clothes in the dryer. And then maybe - go to bed.
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