
Move over status updates and welcome to my new form of oversharing: the litany of blogging complaints!
If I could get six arms surgically implanted octopus-style I probably would...That way I could work, clean my house,
and give myself a pedicure or some other such self-care regiment that I've been neglecting...
It's 5:30pm and I'm only just sitting down to work because I began my day at the dentists office in Mitte. Paul was asleep on the couch when I left because Odin began his cat party at quarter to six, so my morning conversation
ohne frühstuck, was conducted entirely in german, in a dentist chair with my mouth half anesthetized and tons of dental instruments i don't even know how to name in english hanging out of my mouth. miraculously, the experience wasn't as horrid as it sounds. My friend A recommended a great dentist, my insurance covered all of it except for 10euros and I have a follow up appointment on the 28th. Once I finished up at the Zahnarzt, however, I felt I deserved some time outside and proceeded (with Paul's help) to blow off the entire day off work, which means I'll probably be on this thing until midnight....