It didn’t take long to start the complaining process with the new job, did it. I guess that makes me a complainer, at least part time.
I was going through some old handwritten journals. They had lots of blank pages left in em. They had lots of time gaps in em. They had crazy stuff in them. I caught them up with some present day news and musings. It was like I was writing to my old self or some sci-fi type thing.
I have a tooth that feels weird. I hope it doesn’t become a problem.