My dentist is amused that after my ‘traumatic’ experience during my wisdom teeth removal, I’d rather get a dental filling without any sort of anestethia than with. Yeah, I’m a nervous patient after that (was a wimp before that happened) and cry at the dentist (that one’s new), but I’m also a badass. Actually, she had to start laughing when I told her that. Love that woman (she’s known me since I was 4)!

But he makes sure that he still finds time to do something he really cares about and that makes him feel better- he’s getting pretty good at kicking a ball into an empty goal… maybe he should find someone to play with?

The rest of the day is pretty boring and he feels a bit stuck in a rut, though. Working, taking a bath to get rid of all that sweat and leafs stuck to his body, skilling (he does want to get rid of that job one day, remember?) and heading to bed early because gardening all day is freaking exhausting. And all that for a meagre salary…

Jesus Christ, my Middleground posts are pretty depressive.