the magazine for which I write publishes every thursday. accordingly, every thursday morning i walk to work fearful that I've made some huge mistake -- or even a minor one, onto which some single person may latch. there is a certain stress that comes with working in a public arena, wherein it's not just your boss who sees your mistakes, but everyone. but so far, so good -- no complaints.
i can now focus the day's anxiety on my 2pm dental check-up, tho i love my dentist. i don't know that i've got anything to worry about, but it's been more than a year since my last check up. and ever since getting one of my front teeth knocked out in Portland, years ago, it seems my mouth has not been the same. and i really like my mouth. damn this mortal coil.
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