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August 11, 1997 The weekend came and went. And somehow I barely noticed. It went by so fast. We did chores on Saturday. We got so much done, and it felt so good to be finally dealing with things that had been hanging around for months. I hate leaving things hanging over my head, and I feel much more cleared out now, both in the apartment and in my own mind. It's interesting how physically cleaning something out and can make your mind feel clearer too, as if the perception of being blocked actually makes you blocked. I'm not in a very writerly mood today ... I think I have a toothache which would be really annoying. I know I need to see a dentist, and soon. I just hope there's nothing wrong, I haven't had anything wrong with my teeth since I was twelve years old and we moved to the States. We were eating a lot more sugar than I was used to and that's when I got my first cavities and fillings. I made some messups at the office again ... took an early version of a file by mistake, didn't realize that someone was still working on it and it wasn't the final version. Oh well. |