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Home early today, after an hour and half at the dentist. So much novocaine in me that i can't feel anything from my lower eyelid to my chin. Disconcerting, to say the least.

Everything feels like a countdown, but I don't know what happens when I hit zero, or exactly from what number I'm counting down. There's the concrete date, my last day of work, there's the less concrete stuff, our hope to move to Boston or the even more nebulous what I do next. Talking about anything feels like borrowing trouble or bragging, sometimes both at the same time.

I'm hoping to see the ocean this weekend, and if I'm really lucky, Chile, but I don't know yet how that's going to work out. For now, I'll curl on the couch as feeling slowly returns to my face and try to work out why I feel like I can't talk about anything anymore.

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Home early today, after an hour and half at the dentist. So much novocaine in me that i can't feel anything from my lower eyelid to my chin. Disconcerting, to say the least.

Everything feels like a countdown, but I don't know what happens when I hit zero, or exactly from what number I'm counting down. There's the concrete date, my last day of work, there's the less concrete stuff, our hope to move to Boston or the even more nebulous what I do next. Talking about anything feels like borrowing trouble or bragging, sometimes both at the same time.

I'm hoping to see the ocean this weekend, and if I'm really lucky, Chile, but I don't know yet how that's going to work out. For now, I'll curl on the couch as feeling slowly returns to my face and try to work out why I feel like I can't talk about anything anymore.