Maybe I shouldn't bitch about not being able to breathe since I haven't quit smoking.
Between the drastic change in temperature, the dryness of the air, the dust, and the smoke — my airways are clogged. I have discovered Tropicana sugar-free orangeade and will buying some more tomorrow to take in some extra fluids.
I will however bitch about my teeth. Maybe that's why I've been craving ice cream lately. I lost a chunk of the backside of one of my bottom left molars. The tooth doesn't hurt, but the rough edges of the hole are shredding the shit out of the side of my tongue.
Throw in a sore throat, chapped lips and a stuffy nose and it's no wonder I don't feel very attractive.
I so wish I had not always looked at dental care as a frivolous expense. Guess I know what I'll be getting for Christmas.