I have no desire to go to the dentist.

But, alas, I must.

Daphna has desire for me not to go to the dentist.

She's rambling about whether that's the opposite or not.

Regardless, it's messing with what used to be our awesome plans.

So we will go get lunch in Old Town and then go to the mall and then I have to go to this christmas party... Life's busyness is getting old pretty quickly. I'd rather chill in Georgetown as was the plan.

Whatever. I'm chewing gum and happy about it, and I'm going to drop off film, and everything is going to be good.

Love always,
Clara