How was your day? I am in dread. Scared. Poopy. I have a dental appointment tomorrow.
I know that the dental hygienist will take one look at my mouth and cancel his 9am, 10am, 11am, and maybe even noon appointments, such will be the herculean task confronting him.
It is first thing in the morning, at 8. I hate going there. I hate being there. I can't wait to leave. And I have to pay them for the privilege. Sigh.
I had meant to go to bed before this. I have been up late too much the last several evenings. Think I will take care of that, now.
See you tomorrow, assuming I survive my cleaning.