Okay, so I'm not writing here as often as I'm sometimes known to do. I can honestly say that I'm genuinely busy, and that this is, for the most part, a good thing. When I'm not busy and my mind is free to wander around, I can think of all sorts of stuff to put in this blog. This is good in that it keeps my mind occupied (there's nothing more dangerous than me with an unoccupied mind, trust me), and possibly good for readers who actually enjoy the drivel I tend to put here, but it also means that I haven't got all that much to do, or at least, that the stuff I have to do isn't diverting enough to take away from my ability to spend brain waves and time on the kind of random stuff I tend to write here.

Whew.

So I'm still selling stuff on eBay, and doing fairly well. June was bloody horrible, and I lost my PowerSeller status because my sales averages fell too low. This month, however, has been really quite good, so I should be a PS again soon (maybe next month).

Father's Day is in August, which means I need to get my backside in gear and get some men's fragrances and colognes here, and possibly some men's jewellery (cufflinks, maybe? but then again, modern dads wear earrings and even noserings, too...). Definitely the fragrances, though. I have it on excellent authority that fragrances are a big seller around Father's Day.

My Seasonal Affective Disorder isn't too bad this year, actually. I'm a bit blah, but it's not bad at all. I'm trying to keep up with the calcium and magnesium supplements, which, of course, help with the Fibromyalgia symptoms, and may help the SAD as well.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with the dentist to start the ball rolling to get my teeth out. I'm not fussed about this. Well, I am, because I've got this totally irrational and extremely painful dentaphobia (okay, technically, that means "fear of teeth" and I'm not afraid of teeth, nor of dentists, only of having people poke around in my mouth with sharp objects and other instruments, and the fear that I do have, while admittedly almost entirely irrational, is crippling). I'll have to take some Valium before I go, else I have a panic attack when I get in the chair (seriously, a full on panic attack, as in pounding heart, cold sweat, dizziness, the works).

I'm going to tell them that I just want to be done with the whole teeth business and get them all removed. I'll get plastic teeth and then I won't have to worry about the phobia or the severe gum disease that plagues me, and it'll be better in the long run. There's no way I can (or would) endure all of the multiple and costly and painful treatments for the gum disease, and it's a pretty sure bet that some of my teeth can't be saved anyway, and one of my top fron incisors has actually shifted into a weird position and it looks VERY weird. I also get bits of stuff stuck in my teeth all the time, and that can be quite painful (so I always have to have dental floss handy).

ANYway. I'm nervous. Maybe you can tell by the way I'm blathering on. I could go back and edit all of that, but I'm one of those people who, when I'm nervous, blather on endlessly, talk in loops, make stupid jokes, frequently repeat myself, etc. I may as well leave it, because this post reads exactly the way I sound when I'm nervous. And I have to tell you, thinking about going to the dentist tomorrow is definitely making me nervous.

Good thing I'm careful with that Valium. It would be so very easy to get addicted to it. Of course, that's why I'm careful with it...