11 January 2010

novocain't.

The 'Fresh Pineapple' shower gel I just found in the deep depths of the linen closet and used this evening throws me back to this past summer, quite.

It smells like waking up, being way tired from being up way late on Skype, struggling to get the shower to work properly, panicking about being late to the theatre on account of the District line being in typical slow motion...And it smells like Bliss!

Time to eat Flipz and go to bed. Date with Novocaine tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. Nope. Not one bit. Planning ways to find something to accomplish while my mouth is preoccupied with other things. There are so many other things I'd rather my mouth be doing, though! Alas.

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