Broken teeth, broken spirit…

I had no idea what to blog about. I have some thoughts, but… well, now chewing this chocolate with nuts in them gave me a reason; it broke.

Yeah, it was about 30% broken from before and then suddenly I felt myself chewing something pretty hard, which turned out to be pretty much the rest of my tooth. It doesn’t hurt, so I guess it’s not THAT bad, but when you start to lose teeth at 28 you get kinda sad. It’s not a visible tooth, so it’s not that, but I kinda like having my body. Every part of it. Like that one Futurama-episode with the old, almost dead robot-cannon that said: “My body might be old and broken, but it’s my body.”

I guess a thousand days of puking might have a slight say in how awful my teeth are. Now I will feel bad for myself for some hours and then back to the regular “eh, I don’t really care about much” state of mind. So just a little update.

 

 

Auli