Filling fixed. Back from vacation. 15 messages on work phone, all URGENT, all need me to get back to them by last friday.
'cause it's not like I recorded a message that expressly said I wouldn't be back until today, right? Oh. Wait.
I'd quit. I'd so quit. If it didn't mean I'd have nothing to do.
I stopped grinding my teeth about mid-way through last week. It felt good to wake up without that tight, ugly throb in my jaw. That was nice. I'll miss that.