Ack on the tooth, Jilli. I hope it is better soon.

msbelle, if you are up to it after your busy day, can you be bossy to me in about two hours? I have the feeling otherwise I will go home and do nothing, and I would really like to get at least half of the guest room closet cleaned out and packed tonight.

It's only been something like 4 hours since the extraction, so I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to still be bleeding a tiny bit.

Yup, that's normal. I hadn't stopped after 8-10 hours -- although it was just more of a persistent ooze, not even a trickle -- so that's when I resorted to tea. The tannins in black tea make the capillaries constrict, so the bleeding stops.

#themoreyouknow

(Yes, I just hashtagged a post.)

For me ibuprofin kicked in faster than the oxycodone my oral surgeon prescribed after wisdom tooth extraction, didn't wear off an hour before I could take the next dose, and didn't give me that dizzy floating feeling. Not sure if it would have been as effective the first couple of days when the pain was worse, though.

Knocking off work a couple hours early and making up the 3-mile hike I was forced to miss out on yesterday has done wonders to improve my mood. Though perhaps not as much as not getting hefty surprise extra bills from the hospital and dentist would have.

Erin, insent.

Perkins, I am always up for being bossy.

I was supposed to call a psychiatrist today, but I DIDN:T!!! crap. I never manage to do all the things I am supposed.

Well, now it is too late and I should eat dinner and make my child get off the Wii.

I never manage to do all the things I am supposed.

Me neither. Then I figure, if I did all the things I am supposed to do today, what would I do tomorrow?

I got hardly any of the things I was supposed to do today done. But my greenhouse is fully assembled (well, almost fully assembled, there's some shelving that I need to decide how to space, but that will be easy) and sheltering plants so I'll call that a win.

OK, I now know what I need to do for my car (past due) and license (still within time frame) in PA. I have almost all of the documentation, too, which is nice. So, I will get that together and go get the license Wednesday (I have everything for that).

The registration is going to take some financial sorting; right now the car isn't on the road, because I'm using my mother's (awesome) car while she is home bound, so, while unfortunate circumstances, I will take advantage of them to do what I need to do. And she feels happier about asking me to do stuff for her (even though she knows I don't mind. Parents.) since she's being so generous as to let me use her car... win-win!

My immediate goals: 1) pay off the car ASAP, 2) change to the cheapest insurance coverage plan possible (it's a 2001 Prizm), 3) save enough money to have the poor thing serviced, 4) evaluate probable longevity of car and make plans.

Now with the house, I have a neverending list of things I could be doing. I'd say I give myself permission to not Do All The Things, but really...sometimes I just doanwanna, so I don't. No permission required.

Tuesday productivity is a project that needs finishing and delivering by around 5p; hence license on Wednesday. I am going to go to bed now and get up early. The morning time will be useful even if I end up finishing the project in the afternoon. I also need to make at least ten phone calls tomorrow. Hmmm. This accountability thing may have something to it.

There was a guy in the pharmacy giving a masterclass in creepy.

• "Your hands must be really soft..." The pharmacist looked at him with both horror and, well, lots of horror. "You're putting lotion on your hands," he explained.
• After I gave my address for ID purposes (sans apartment #) he says brightly "I'll be round for dinner!" I turned to the pharmacist and asked her why they were letting criminals in there, and he interjected "I'm not a criminal! I'm a comedian!" I gave him the *this close* hand gesture, and he kept talking, but I did not concomitantly keep listening. I responded to his first excuse with "No, not good enough" and his second with "Maybe, a little. Just a little." But I truly have no idea what he was saying, because my brain had run ahead and gotten into my car without me.

He was just so gross.