"He who does in Every day scata

not love wine, women, and song remains a fool his whole life long”
That piece of paper was in with the postcards I found. Not surprising seeing that we’re in Missouri’s wine country.

I had the most horrible dream last night. Well I think it was a dream. I woke from it (might have been sleep walking but lucid) with tooth/jaw pain that was out of this world!
I cried, got the ice pack, got the oral gel, smeared that all over my mouth and nothing nothing took away the pain. So I put the ice pack back, and went back to bed expecting not to be able to sleep because of the pain.
I dropped right off. I’m assuming it was lucid dreaming/walking. I thought I was going to wake up with the pain. Nope. No pain. Which I was very very thankful for.

I’m still reading through old entries and stuff from OD. I really don’t know what to say about some of the things. I really don’t. People that are supposed to be close to me were saying such hateful things to me. Not hateful, but hurtful. The more I read, the more depressed I become.
I guess I’m glad that no one notes me here. At least I’m not getting hurt by them.