more pleasant than just lying there being scraped

Sort of the same as yesterday, but without the shopping centre. But with the dental hygienist. The hygienist chats and asks questions, but I’m not finding it easy to answer. Still, more pleasant than just lying there being scraped. I make an appointment for September, which is quite scary, actually. Kind of when i saw the first calendars with 2000 on them (this would be about five years ahead, so 1995) and felt the future looming at me.

And then down to work for the rest of the day. And the evening. Apart from the bit where I make dinner.

That’s it, really.