Sore Jaws

Life in the suburbs seems a little oppressive right about now. I am walking around with my jaws hurting from being clenched so much. I permanently feel like I have been chewing 5 pieces of stale Bubbalicious gum. Of course I have not been chewing gum, because chewing gum would be fun, and there is certainly no time for that right now. I have a stash hidden in my jewelry box, because gum is a strangely valuable commodity, but I cannot remember to chew it. It's probably for the best anyway. My jaws would be too sore.

Every conversation Roser and I have becomes serious or depressing. I have an overwhelming urge to talk about something like the migration paths of butterflies, but then I think of how honeybees are dying off, and I think of pesticides in our foods, and how produce prices are going up, like gas prices, and how the paper said a recession is inevitable, and do you see? That was just from thinking about butterflies! I try very hard to only read the comics or Dear Abby, but sometimes I accidentally read real news. Even Dear Abby is depressing. Sometimes I tell myself she makes it up, just so I don't have to acknowledge that there are so many idiots in the world.

"Dear Abby,

The man I am dating has a very mature looking 16 year old daughter. They are very close. She often sits on his lap and kisses him on the mouth. They also share the same bed when she is at his house. Am I wrong to be concerned?"

You really need advice about this? If that is true, then someone remind me why enforced sterilization is a bad thing. This person should not pro-create, as favor to us and her future children.

I am sure I will be back to myself soon. Shortly after Easter I am guessing. I gave up chocolate for Lent. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Not so much now.