I don’t grind my teeth but I clench my jaw in my sleep and I wear a plate most nights (so sexy I know) but lately it has been so bad that even my teeth have been hurting. So I woke up around 7 this morning because my mouth hurt. Well, my whole head hurt. And my neck. And into my shoulders. If someone could somehow get rid of this tension in my face that would be great.
Then just past 8 there was a knock at the door because they’re checking all the smoke detectors in our block today. Yes. Between 8 and 9 am on a Saturday, those bastards. At least the man was very polite and said he hated having to come around so early. It was all over very quickly and the detectors are working fine.
I went back to bed for awhile but then gave up and had breakfast. Eventually swapped PJs for clothes (well, leggings and a hoodie) and went to Broadway briefly. I couldn’t find what I was after but came away with a couple of things anyway (this is why I have no money damnit).
Went to the Glebe apartment to pick up my laptop and some clothes I left there, and decided it was a nice day so I’d take the book I was reading and go up the road and have a coffee for awhile. This would have been more pleasant had it not been quite so windy, but anyway I’ve almost finished with Junky now.
Afterwards I drove back to my place. It took FOREVER to drive along Glebe Point Road. Having driven GPR a number of times recently I have noticed that people are even more ridiculous and stupid along there than, say, along King Street, Newtown. I don’t know what it is, but it really brings out the moron in people. REALLY. Which is a shame because I really like Glebe and would love to live there. Maybe it’s not the locals who are complete idiots though.
Since I’ve been home I’ve cleaned out my car (but not actually cleaned it), done some washing, and now here we are. I need to do some cleaning and go to the gym, but at the moment I’m just chillin’ and browsing around the internet.
Tonight there are 2 housewarmings and a bday party to go to. Since one housewarming is in the next street over I foresee getting there and never leaving.
There is just something about June that is so ridiculously overly social that I don’t get … It’s winter. WHY SO MUCH GOING OUT?
Next week is my birthday and maybe I will skip my own celebrations and stay home in front of the heater.