New discoveries and what the accomplishment of filling a large water bottle full of tiny snails feels like

Remember the chipped tooth? It's fixed. It looks a little strange to me but I'm certain it's some weird psychological hang up of mine because it's not really "my" tooth now. It's about 1/2 my tooth. I keep staring at it and sending it "welcome to your new home, we really appreciate you're here" vibes. Also, remember the holes behind my front teeth? They're not holes! YAY to normal wear and tear! The places that feel like holes are from me grinding my teeth, which I do all day and then worse all night. BOO to grinding your teeth like it's your job! I had a mouth guard, but apparently it only works when you keep it in your mouth the entire night. Unconscious me does not appreciate the mouth guard and will often take it out. She always puts it back where it belongs, but it doesn't remove the resentment conscious me has accumulated because of this.

The dentistry facility was the balls. I am going to go for the early morning appointments from now on because then I have no one ahead of me. Brilliant. I retract the asshole statement from last night's entry. This morning they whisked me in before I could even fill out the paperwork or my conversation with the extremely cheery receptionists. Right fucking on. Then the dentist and his assistant (both of which had fantastically firm handshakes and steadfast eye contact) talked me through every little step. I didn't even need Novocain. I didn't panic once. No cold sweats, no slapping at the dentist, no swearing at the assistant, nothing. Just little old me sitting there calm as can be like I go to the dentist every single day because that's how much I enjoy it. He used this neat-o camera in my mouth and kept showing me pictures of my teeth and the more enthusiastic I was, the more he showed me. I have excellent teeth and just need a good cleaning. I'm in. He recommended someone in AZ who has the nickname "Painless Paul". I am so there. I keep singing a little song in my head where Painless Paul produces pain and becomes Punchdrunk Paul. It's a super good time in here...

Today could be a beach day today but I cannot decide because it's windy. Now, I don't care about the wind but Tabitha is having herself a nice hardcore mental breakdown over it. Nothing scares her more than the wind... ooo... shutting a door. I'll give her a small break. Shit moving on it's own kind of freaks me out too. But this wind thing is getting fucking stupid. I don't know what happened but she used to be fine about wind. Jim just watches her and keeps looking at me as if to say see I told you she's stupid and we share a little moment that makes us both feel nice I'm sure. How does any of this relate to the beach you ask? If I go, my dad will be watching the dogs. He can be a mite bit impatient and the more you get tense while Tabitha is doing her code red we're all going to die routine, the worse she gets. I'm also not into dumping my dogs somewhere while they're having a hard time mentally or physically. It just feels so wrong and unleadership like.

Shells shells shells... It's become an obsession. Surprised? Me either. I am so fucking OCD. It's a sickness, they're right. I used to call it "tunnel vision" in hopes of sounding healthy and aware. Once people see me in action, they know. They know I have the sickness. I promised myself I would stop collecting shells when the first glass was full. I promised myself I would stop collecting shells when the second glass was full. I promised myself I would stop collecting shells when the large sized Aquafina bottle was full. Aquafina bottle is full and I am trying as hard as I can to simply not look down when I am in the field. It's kind of working. Having collected most (if not all) of the visible shells is also of great assistance. The little pretty shells are all crammed into this bottle with water. I'm hoping I can loosen the dirt up inside the large white shells if I just let them soak until AZ. Then the dremel comes out and I start making the tiniest of holes in them and commence my bad ass mobile/chime thingamajig. It's going to rule.

Don't think I have forgotten about the butterfly mobile. I haven't. I have all the things necessary to build it packed into the car. At least now I will have the proper equipment and workspace to build it in an efficient amount of time while expending an efficient amount of energy. You know you're pumped...