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Monday - Dental Hygene
Nov. 14th, 2005 10:24 amDriving in to work this morning, I pulled over to go inside the drugstore across the street from The Ferris Wheel. Standing at the door of this drugstore, I can see the Carney and The Wheel, though no one else around me acts like they do.
It was a dental emergency this morning that made me stop. I left the house without brushing my teeth. I hate that. I felt like I had skank mouth. Ugh. I bought a toothbrush, some paste and a holder for the toothbrush for later since this will from here forward be my emergency office toothbrush. As I dashed out the door, I caught site of the Wheel. The Carney's hand was on the lever, and he turned to me with an apologetic half smile.
Oh crap. Who next? Who now? The premonitions really are getting to be too much. I'm tired of them. Because of the way time moves in that plane, it could be a few weeks or a few months. It might just be a serious illness that doesn't even end in an immediate funeral. But there's been enough death this year. I'm ready for a break. After years of not having to go to a funeral, I've been to two this year and missed a third.
This pull me in a foul mood as I was speeding down the highway at 75 MPH with one hand on the wheel and one hand brushing my teeth. I know that if I keep driving like that, the Wheel is going to be stopping for me before I know it. But it's not me this time that I'm worried about; it's someone else tied to me or tied to someone I love.
Here's to a blue, blue blue blue Christmas.
It was a dental emergency this morning that made me stop. I left the house without brushing my teeth. I hate that. I felt like I had skank mouth. Ugh. I bought a toothbrush, some paste and a holder for the toothbrush for later since this will from here forward be my emergency office toothbrush. As I dashed out the door, I caught site of the Wheel. The Carney's hand was on the lever, and he turned to me with an apologetic half smile.
Oh crap. Who next? Who now? The premonitions really are getting to be too much. I'm tired of them. Because of the way time moves in that plane, it could be a few weeks or a few months. It might just be a serious illness that doesn't even end in an immediate funeral. But there's been enough death this year. I'm ready for a break. After years of not having to go to a funeral, I've been to two this year and missed a third.
This pull me in a foul mood as I was speeding down the highway at 75 MPH with one hand on the wheel and one hand brushing my teeth. I know that if I keep driving like that, the Wheel is going to be stopping for me before I know it. But it's not me this time that I'm worried about; it's someone else tied to me or tied to someone I love.
Here's to a blue, blue blue blue Christmas.
