My Teeth-Brushing Incident

OK, just now I realized that I really wanted to brush my teeth. I was beginning to get that feeling of having mold growing on them and it was unpleasant to run my tongue along. So I went into the bathroom excitedly.

As I was brushing my tongue (I had to get the pink off because I was chewing bubble gum) I danced to the song playing in my moms office. Then, because I wasn't paying attention to my brushing, pink toothpaste dribbled down my chin and onto my Joker shirt. I cursed silently and leaned over the sink to spit. Underestimating the distance from my head to the fosit, my forehead bounced painfully off the silver arch. Then, growing more angry, I spit my tooth-paste infested saliva into the sink. But I forgot my hand was hovering under my chin, and it plopped right into my palm.

My head still hurts.

Writing

I'm not sure why, but whenever I'm writing and concentrating really hard on something I always think it would be very appropriate to fall backwards in my chair so the back of my chair and my head collide with the floor. Actually, that would hurt a lot, so I'm not sure why I really think that would be a good idea. But it just feels like it would fit in perfectly with the moment. Hmm...