Today I had a Dentist’s appointment. That would probably be the highlight of my day. I walked Thor and then drove there to the office.
I walked in and told the receptionist that I’m here for my appointment.
She smiled and led me to the sitting chair where the Dentist would come in and drill inside my mouth for the next 45 minutes.
I had a nasty cavity.
As the dentists tool released it’s roaring sound as it dominated my numb mouth, I sat there looking at the ceiling.
I was thinking.
I was asking myself, “When?”
Seriously, I told myself, “When?”
When Should I start what I tell the world I had already started?
When should I go and do what I want to do.
What the fuck is this massive crushing weight that makes it near impossible for me to get up and dream.
It can’t only be the fat on me. I’m working on loosing that.
45 minutes pass and the Dentist looks at me as though I was dead.
“Did you not feel that?” he asks
“What do you mean?” I reply.
“You made no movements and stared at the ceiling for 45 minutes straight.” He said with worry.
“Oh. It’s a Tuesday.” I smirked.
He awkwardly smiled and gave me information about my teeth and sent me off on my way.