Dentist at 8:10 AM. The guy didn’t really go with me on my bants about my terrible teeth. Got a filling. Might go back and get a few more sorted out. Checked out [REDACTED]’s house. Nice. Hung out with nephew. Got a nice pure wool t-shirt. Laid around. Got a bit grumpy.

Was thinking recently about how mum was telling me around the time of the Sophie break-up that that would probably be the hardest thing I would ever have to go through (and that I just had to scrape through that, and then it’d be downhill skiing from there). Been thinking that that was probably true. Definitely if my tooth would have fallen apart a few years ago I wouldn’t have had the option of getting it looked at. Would have been too in debt, just paying rent and bills, stuck in that place. Probably was worth it to have gone through the hellish period, now that I’m on the other side. Buried a dead chook near Red Rooster. I was very brave at the dentist this morning. M: 4. E: 4. L: 0. 😐😴😧🙂