Again, thank you all for being supportive and reassuring. I tend to whine a lot, but you never call me on it. You just remind me that things will be okay. Sometimes, that's really all I need to hear.
Yesterday sucked. I usually would have taken the opportunity to blog about that here, though I'd have given you the short version. Instead that "woe is me" rant was banished to the world of private LJ entries. Unfortunate things just kept happening, one of which was going to the dentist. Now, my dad's a dentist. I understand that it's necessary and good. That doesn't mean I like it. Yes, dentists are used to hearing people answer questions while their mouths are hanging open, possibly with the little pick and mirror poking around in there at the same time. I still don't like doing it. I like to be understood when I speak. I like having clean, smooth teeth, but I don't like the strange feeling. Does that make sense? It seems more normal when they're not perfectly clean.
Other things were unfortunate about yesterday. But like I said, that led to a massive rant that none of you want to hear. I will note randomly, though, that knowing how to unclog a toilet with a plunger is a valuable skill.
I missed my second blogaversary. On August 13, 2004, I had been blogging for exactly two years, right here at Musings from Calliope. My second year of blogging was much more stressful than my first. I went from blogging almost every day to only once a week, if that. My weekend-only posts were long, devoid of many of the random things that make everyday blogging fun. I was more stressed out that I had ever been before, which drove me to random emotional breakdowns and physical pain. It was generally not a good year. I hope my next year of blogging will have much more pleasant posts, for your sake and mine.
Another random comment: Did you know that, outside the US, "one, two and three" is grammatically correct? In the US, it's also correct in newspapers. (There should generally be a comma after "two".) I just think that's weird, grammarphobe that I am. Of course, being a grammarphobe is weird in itself. I should just stop now.
