As I walked to the kitchen I tried to figure out what day it is. I settled upon Thursday. Deep down I knew I was wrong but it made me happy thinking that it would soon be the weekend. I boiled an egg and made 3 cups of coffee. Sometimes there is nothing better than a medium-cooked egg. That sentence just gave me visions of Uri Geller staring at an egg and using only his mind to heat it… but he isn’t a medium. Sheree North died. She made a movie with Elvis, The Trouble with Girls and a ton of other much better films.
I had dreams I was involved in a La Femme Nikita-type sting operation. I had to scale buildings and jump from roofs. I’m not too sure what exactly the point of it was but it was exhilarating.
My jaw is still sore. I took some Ibuprofen and I am guessing it will start feeling better. I just wish I knew what happened to make my jaw hurt. Perhaps my long lost twin sister got punched in the face and I am feeling the pain! What a unique idea, I should write a book about that.
Why is it the more clothes I own the less I have to wear? How does that work? Does it mean I am spoiled or picky? Perhaps what it really means is I shop for items to wear to work and rarely shop for items to wear out and about. I really need to go through my winter clothes and try everything on and get rid of the stuff I will no longer wear. Maybe this weekend.
As a twin, I must say its pretty strange, whenever I’ve had a bad day or something good, my twin always calls me nearly at the same moment I want to call him. I think the most weird thing about us is my family says we finish each other’s sentences and they can’t understand what we are really talking about…. Oh well, its just twins.
-Jason
Sounds like you’ve got TMJ.
I get that a couple of time a year where I can’t chew without pain. It gets better after a few days. Ibuprofin is good. Keep in mind though, I’m not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV.
P.S. I’m a twin too but not Jason’s so that’s not why I wrote.