Once in a while when I think about what I might do with my life, I think about learning to be a stunt driver. How does one even learn how to do that? Do you take an apprenticeship? Go to school for it? It would be cool. Just not in my Camry. Other times I think about buying a handgun and going to the shooting range; or getting back into shape and trying to be an Outward Bound instructor. Also, I would really like to travel to the desert. I want to go to the desert real bad, and see some sand and rocks and sun and cactus and mice with big ol' ears.
I've misplaced my night guard, a.k.a. the thing that keeps me from grinding my teeth into little nubs while I sleep. My jaw starts to hurt when I don't wear it and get stressed out, and I could almost swear that my face has changed shape a little in the past couple of years. Scary; better find that shit. I was "brainstorming" (what a great mental image that word gives) about what to do in my directed study drawing and painting class, and the first thing I thought of was to do work about my various ailments, real or imagined. Dang ol' hypochondriac. P.S. That's not what I'm actually going to do... Well. Maybe.
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