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raybearI had my other root canal session today. I think I'm almost done - one more 2 hour appointment, but I think that includes the cap. I think this dentist who's done the work the last two times is very nice, but new and inexperienced, which isn't a big deal to me, but it was awkward when something happened that required her going to get some older dentist to come in and finish something, giving her a lesson and tips along the way. I'm not exactly sure what was going on because I had my headphones on in my ears, and my jaw was in immense pain from staying open for so long with this bite cushion. I requested it out and things were much better after that. The appointment went over because of whatever problem, and I could tell they were rushing around and rushing me out, except everyone was being exceedingly polite about it happening. It was sort of strange to be so purposefully out of touch in a situation involving myself.
On the way to the chair, and while in the chair, I listened to three episodes in a row of "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me". I've fallen out of the habit of listening to the podcast every week and thought this would be a good time to catch up. It was about half an episode too much for one sitting.
I have a date on Saturday. Like, a for real date, with a guy, and we've never met in person before, only e-mailed and one brief phone call, and its not just to "meet and hook up for sex", and it might be that we are "just friends", it all depends on "if we click" so it's like, a real date. I mean, in the standard issue definition of the word. (These are not direct quotes from our correspondence, more like I'm quoting a teen magazine. Well, except for the sex part.) I am looking forward to it, though, of course slightly nervous, and the timing is both bad and good as far as my own personal journey of whether I even want a date or not and how it is overlapping with other things in my life. But obviously the part that wants it is winning, since I made the effort to CALL HIM and make it happen. I rarely use the phone, as most people who know me in real life know. Except for when I travel. Perhaps because I called him yesterday, after waking up at 4 am to fly home, my body still thought I was in another city and those rules applied.
I'm also going to do some silent solitary retreat this weekend, like I did over a year ago. I also want to hang out with friends I haven't seen in a long time. Luckily, its a 3 day weekend, so I can maybe make all these things happen.
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limenal's house, there was a copy of Spin magazine in the bathroom with Rilo Kiley on the cover and the headline said "Are they the new Fleetwood Mac?" and I didn't read the article, I just keep thinking about the question and going "maaaaaybe."
On the way to the chair, and while in the chair, I listened to three episodes in a row of "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me". I've fallen out of the habit of listening to the podcast every week and thought this would be a good time to catch up. It was about half an episode too much for one sitting.
I have a date on Saturday. Like, a for real date, with a guy, and we've never met in person before, only e-mailed and one brief phone call, and its not just to "meet and hook up for sex", and it might be that we are "just friends", it all depends on "if we click" so it's like, a real date. I mean, in the standard issue definition of the word. (These are not direct quotes from our correspondence, more like I'm quoting a teen magazine. Well, except for the sex part.) I am looking forward to it, though, of course slightly nervous, and the timing is both bad and good as far as my own personal journey of whether I even want a date or not and how it is overlapping with other things in my life. But obviously the part that wants it is winning, since I made the effort to CALL HIM and make it happen. I rarely use the phone, as most people who know me in real life know. Except for when I travel. Perhaps because I called him yesterday, after waking up at 4 am to fly home, my body still thought I was in another city and those rules applied.
I'm also going to do some silent solitary retreat this weekend, like I did over a year ago. I also want to hang out with friends I haven't seen in a long time. Luckily, its a 3 day weekend, so I can maybe make all these things happen.
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limenal's house, there was a copy of Spin magazine in the bathroom with Rilo Kiley on the cover and the headline said "Are they the new Fleetwood Mac?" and I didn't read the article, I just keep thinking about the question and going "maaaaaybe."
