teeth tomorrow. freaking out a bit. shallow hyperventilation.

my mom is a wreck b/c of Adrienne. but not too wrecked to function and enjoy two glasses of wine at dinner. somehow I feel a lot calmer about it, like I know it's going to work out ok in the end even though there's no substantial evidence to prove that.

anyway, teeth tomorrow. I just can't wait till it's over. Friday will be a better day than tomorrow.

going to take a valium now. I will be ok.