Two Birds.

One Stone.

In a single day, my two biggest pains were removed from my life; my job and my cracked tooth.
The events coincided with one another, but were complately seperate. I actually could not be happier though.
Addressing the job - it was the end of the season. So I got let go. I finally get to be a girl again. I get to not walk around with thousands of bruises, rough hands, and jacked up hair. I get to get manicures again finally! I get to have a normal life and not devote all my time to sleeping or working. Literally, besides the few minutes I spent online or talking to my boyfriend, all I did was sleep and work. Clearly not the life.
Addressing the tooth - I cracked my tooth on wednesday night. It hurt like hellfire, or what I'm assuming hellfire might feel like if I were to be engulfed in it. I pleaded with God to make it stop, even begged him to take my life at one point. Okay, I might have overreacted the tiniest bit, but it still REALLY hurt. I went to the dentist the very next day (Thursday), and he reffered me to this other place after charging me 95 dollars to tell what I already knew; I could either have a root canal or the tooth pulled. Having no dental insurrance, I chose to have said tooth extracted. So this morning, at the butt-crack of dawn I got up and went and said goodbye to my tooth. It's really weird not having it there, and I'm really scared about getting a dry socket so I pretty much won't eat anything for a couple of weeks. That should be good though, kick-start to more weight loss. Except that in the past 24 hours I've eaten about 1 1/4 pints of ice cream, because it's the only thing that doesn't terrify me to eat. I tried to eat some rice, but chewing on one side of my head proved to difficult a task for me.
Good news is that because of the tooth that was pulled, my impacted wisdom tooth should now fall forward and become un-impacted!

Monday I have an interview for a job where I get to dress up and sit down at a desk all day. Much more up my alley than manual labor.