journal entry

this morning I was late to school because I went to the dentists office and got a checkup.  The girl that was cleaning my teeth was talking to me like I was 5.  She was actigng like it was an obligation to hold a conversation with me when her fingers were in m y mouth.  I couldnt talk so Ijust had to make wierd noises that were uncomprehendable and made no sense.  Oh well.