Dentist appointment, today. Gonna get that plaque scraped off my teeth et cetera. And told that I might lose my front teeth if I'm not careful.

I'm being careful as much as I can, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to get artificial incisors. Sooner or later, it's going to happen. It's pretty much inevitable.

Fortunately, my dentist is just as invested in me keeping my teeth as I am.

What I am going to do is drag my little darlings along to see what happens when one neglects one's mouth as bad as I have. Self-neglect is one of those bad habits with really long-term effects. And it's really hard to kick.

Are there bulk-billing life coaches? I can't afford the help I obviously need.

Meanwhile, I am heading rapidly towards the end of Adapting. The one beta-reader I have getting back to me about Kung Fu Zombies has real life demanding their attention. Damnit.

I'm debating the logistics of polishing a sample and then working on the rest of it whilst agent-hunting. Or how bad it would look to have a half-polished draft to send them in the unlikely event that someone accepts me right off the bat.

I want to at least seem professional. Despite the fact that I have the organisational skills of a diseased whelk.

Does everyone have to pretend like this?