Have dragged down my musty old electric blanket that I bought during my Trinity days from the depths of my closet and set it up on my bed. Mmm...artificial heat. I used to hate it because it felt so fake but now I'd take anything warm - artificial, natural, anything!

Been attempting to clean up my room (a perpetual attempt, seeing that once I get it 'perfect' I destroy that state instantaneously by throwing something on the floor or cluttering up my desk again. Apparently it's a perfectionist's way of facing the world - or so a book I've read has said.

Also, have realized that when I eat oranges I get ulcers and when I don't - I don't. Which is a shame, because I love oranges.

Songs that are stuck in my head:

It's Alright, It's Okay - I'm so much better without you - I won't be sorry.

Love Struck - I'm crazy for you, and just like a fool - there's no way I can stop stop stop my desire!

Yes, I'm slowly reverting back to my 13 year old teenage girl self.

Is It All Worth It?

So here I am all alone in a small country town on a rainy weekend with a sore throat, a headache, a very active, pessimistic imagination and a 7 month old puppy who decided it would be a good idea to chew through my AUD120 laptop charger. Super start to the weekend, no?

I'm tired of having to do everything myself. Tired of being a single mom to my dog. Tired of having to be a responsible adult. Tired of having to go to work even though I'm feeling so unwell I can hardly get out of bed. In short, tired of being grown up. And since Milton is such a handsome little boy I'm sure some family out there somewhere would be more than happy to welcome him into their home, where there will be numerous people to take care of him - not just Me, Myself and I.

"We told you so!" Many people are probably crowing at me right now. "We told you a dog was nothing but a burden and you couldn't handle it, didn't we? Refused to listen to us, didn't you? Well, it's all your doing, Dental Girl. *smirk*"

The only thing stopping me from selling him right here and right now is the fear that one day my situation will change and I will have more time and energy for a dog and realize he's gone. And I'll regret not persevering just that little bit more. Even now, just thinking about the possibility of it is already making me cry.

So Milton gets to stay. Again.

Many times I've been awake at night wondering what the hell am I even doing here.

"Making a living," I tell myself firmly in the dark. "Because that's what adults do, Dental Girl. They do what they don't want to do, be where they don't want to be and pay bills. So get over yourself and go to sleep because tomorrow you have patients to see, dentures to fit and teeth to extract."

Story of my current life.

Chills

Went to work today and shivered all through the entire day.

It was freezing. Or it felt like it. As I was obturating my root canal my hand was shaking as I inserted more accessory points. As I talked to my patients I was shaking.

Anyway, there are two theories: I'm either eating too much heaty food - thus got myself sick - or I've been 'chilled' because I haven't been wearing appropriate clothing in this cold weather.

What do you think?

Sweet Tooth

This is what me, a qualified dentist who lectures people on the dangers of sugar has on her bedside table.

No. 4 - Get a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

No. 96 - Buy a Sony Bravia

Bought myself a TV to celebrate 3 months of working. Love it - my computer monitor was larger than my previous tv so you can imagine what a huge difference it makes to my tv-watching experience now.



Next step? Foxtel.

Frigid

Was rudely awakened by Milton at 6am, demanding to be let out so that he could have his morning pee.

It was freezing. Checked out the weather and turns out last night it went down to 0.5 Celcius. And it's not even winter yet!

Cold and miserable.