14,282 Days Alive
1 Cracked Tooth
Spock had decided he is starving on the regular and has taken to, just in the last week or so, tipping the trash can and digging through it. Fucking brat cat.
So now I don’t get to have kitty snuggles at night because he might get into the trash can in the bedroom. Sad day, indeed. I’ve tried increasing his intake and he still goes after the trash. He’s never done this before. It’s very frustrating.
Today was one of rest and tooth pain. I have a cracked tooth that hurts like a motherfucker. I’ve been swamped swishing with peroxide and brushing my teeth regularly. But I guess I had a cavity or something. Sucks.
I’m going to crawl into bed. Dinner was very late tonight but at least I made it.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 