So I was sitting in church today at a different ward than my own, was feeling along my braces and discovered something queer. One of the bands holding the brackets in place had either come loose, or completely snapped. Fantastic, I thought. It's no big deal, I'm scheduled for an appointment this Tuesday, so I'll just get it replaced. Then it started to bug me more and more. Why is it that something so small in your mouth is so massive in annoyance or pain? The more I played with it, the more it bugged me. Of course, the logic would be to stop harassing it, and let it be. I suppose that's the logic with most things in life. Anywho, a few hours later [the meeting ran incredibly late], I attended a lunch with my manfriend's family, in honor of his little brother becoming a Priest. Yes, he is only 6 months and 1 day younger than me. Dinner would have been a lot more enjoyable I'm sure if I had remembered my toothbrush, or if I weren't so fixated about having a toothbrush with me at all times. Lunch was lovely, I must say. The rubber irritating my gum was growing unbearable. So what do I do? I play with it, to at least make my time and aggravation worth while. I suppose that's also the logic with most things in life. I also suppose that I should start reading my history chapters for school, and outline them, because I am such a stellar student. Cheers.
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