Well, it was Church Night again. The past couple of weeks had been uneventful given that Flipside occurred between them, and tonight was uneventful because I’m in.
I definitively no longer have imposter syndrome. I have long chats with people wherein we give each other shit, swear a fuckload, and then share a donut s’more.
Tiny Tim had brought s’mores makings alongside the burn barrel, and then another guy brought a 12-pack of glazed donuts. While this was unplanned, of course some burner is going to say “but what if we put the chocolate and marshmallow in the donut?”
The absurdity of it is what I love. We don’t just escape default life; we get to act like kids.
Leonard gave me my customary ride home, and now I’ve taken my first dose of amoxicillin ahead of tomorrow’s procedure.
In five days, I’ll have new dentures that allow me to enjoy eating again. It’s been a rough five years.
We’ll have to see how the fitting goes Monday. Corn on the cob might be a stretch goal. Sorry to hear you’re going through the same issues … people take being able to eat for granted (given enough money), and yet for some, it just … isn’t.