So my wholes are almost healed, and now the back corner of my mouth is on fire. I have a cracked tooth. Possibly fixed with a crown or worse a possible route canal is in store for me. I have to go back to the dentist on tuesday and see what happens. Worst part of it all is i still am numb on my chin. My mouth is like a walking road sign to why soda is bad for you kids. Mmmm. soda. I need a coke.

So aren’t dreams supposed to be more fake than real? Lately my dreams have been very based in reality. Almost boring. What does that say about me anyway? Am I complacent in my adventure mode? Do I earn for normalcy? The problem with the normal dreams are that they have me worried about things that are probably completely out of my control. I would very much rather wake up after a dream where I was flying and then suddenly falling, then one where I am having a conversation and just wake up. What was my friend trying to tell me? Oh. I don’t know anymore. But I don’t like the lack of excitement in my dreams. If this is all Im going to get, Im going to stay awake.

Can you ever have too much falafel and crispy french fries? My stomach wishes the answer to that question was yes as I shoved way too much of that in my mouth yesterday. There is something fascinating about little brown ball of whatever falafel is, mixed with good hummus, cucumber, tahini sauce in an undersized pita. I could eat that for days. As bad as that was I have a feeling my internet addiction was seeping back in yesterday. Not that being on the internet is a bad thing but only when Im on here with a purpose. Caught myself looking at Blade Runner light up umbrella’s on ebay. What in the world was I thinking? I really wanted one. Like really really really did. When I told Jess about it I got the “Your a Dork” look. So instead I looked up lightsabers. Thank goodness they are too expensive.

Get up. Check.
Put clothes in Washer. Check.
update con-news
Go online and chat with Brother.
Put clothes in dryer.
clean house.
eat lunch.
update con-news.com
stress about something that doesn’t matter.
get over it.
draw peas comic.
walk to library, pick up dvd hold,
play a little smash bros.
make dinner.
iron clothes.
watch too much ghost hunters.
update con-news.
read a chapter of the insult.
go to sleep too late wake up too early.

so things continue and i have found myself with less free time even though Im not accomplishing much of anything. Finally sat down and played some smash bros last night and Super Mario Galaxy has joined Eternal Sonata in the games I havent quite finished but cant quite go back to playing yet pile. I am enjoying reading The Insult by Rupert Thomson that a friend lent me and A Cooks Tour by Anthony Bourdain during my breaks at work. Movie music currently makes me very happy.