Actually, it’s the first one in a long time, so that’s nice. It’s not dehydration. It’s not my anemia. It’s not my teeth (because my mouth is only sore from chewing because OH MY GOD, all the foods now please). Nope, it’s from a front coming.
And I can deal with it. I’m good with it. I’ll take this pain, knowing where it’s coming from, than anything else I usually have to deal with.
When I was in 5th Grade, I tried out the saxophone. Since the weight was too much for me, my parents didn’t have to look into how to save on Morgan mouthpieces at WWBW but it would have been nice to have played an instrument. I don’t think I would have been the next Kenny G. but it would have been fun, I think, to learn how to play something. Anything.
Well, since it’s not going to happen anytime soon, but, as I keep saying, that I could have played an instrument. Oh well. I guess that’s not in the cards.