I’m waiting for my toof to come in so the dentist can epoxy it into my head.
There is a tiny warm patch on my arm where the second vax when in, and I’m sleeping a little more soundly than I’d expect, but no other signs and sequelae.
I am continuing to plug away at my stack o’ tunes. I have written too many songs, says my pointer finger.
I worked a little bit on a fanfic today.
