Expectation

Let this be a lesson. Don't get your hopes up. Don't get me wrong, I try very hard to resist the urge to think that hope is dangerous. That's the wrong road to go down. But I was this close.. THIS CLOSE! Alas, all that happened was another impression. I hoped for teeth. Some grilled chicken. Perhaps even (gasp!) a breakfast burrito. Alas, all I got was a metal plate filled with pink molding goo. I can expect some fake teeth this Tuesday. It will, eventually, be very exciting. As it stands I have one last weekend of tuna, soup and some smoothies.

So tonight, I will drink. Not that I wouldn't drink if I had teeth. But if I did fill my mouth gap, I might have a date. Instead, I have the geek squad, some TV and a shot of Jaeger. Life could be worse. I will update you all soon, and perhaps have a shot of my shiny new flipper. Until then, have a fab weekend, and eat something crunchy for me.

I remain... the gapper.