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"Are you comfortable?" she asked. And I thought to myself, mate, you've got a clamp on my mouth, of course it ain't no picnic.

In other words, I had to go uptown at ass o'clock in the morning to get a cavity filled. Grumble, grumble, they keep telling me "Wow, your teeth are so clean!" but this stuff happens anyway. I inherited soft teeth, alas.

Anyway. After that, spent a good part of the day in the library. It was nice, just sitting there reading. I should do that more often. Bring an enviromug full of coffee from home, find a good seat, and just stay there and read or write. It's a lot quieter than home. Fewer interruptions.

Been having difficulty with my hands again. So, trying to reduce screen time. Probably for the better, anyway - I've been feeling cranky, overstimulated, and irritable lately. This will help on all fronts.

Writing by hand is still fine, so I'll be doing some of that - more poetry mostly! - but if I do any prose, it will be quite a while before I can type any of it up. Which is fine by me, because I still feel apathetic about revising prose right now. "Oh, on paper the story is finished, that's good enough, I don't care to edit it". And so on.

That's about the shape of things right now.