My tongue, and ouch!

I have been totally stressed out since all my relatives have passed away.  It’s like, what is my identity now?  Anyway, I got this little bump on my tongue from grinding it against my bottom teeth because of stress, and let me tell you, I just had it taken off.

Oh f*ck.  It hurts like a #%$$&^*%*&^(*)(*_)*)^&&%^#$@&^*_()_+_+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am totally a little baby on the rare occasion I see a doctor.  So, he reassured me that this was okay.

But, do not ever grind your tongue like I did, because you won’t want to experience having something like that taken off you.

You know people who got pierced tongues?  Oh my god.  How did they bear it.

OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I’m reminded  of a Paul Bowles short story, but, let’s not go into it here.

Okay, off all that political stuff I was so on about.  I’m going to do a tiny poem and work on my screenplay.

Five more pages is my goal.  For class tomorrow night.

This is what you call existential pain.  So far so good on all the other big check up things.  Yikes.