Sunday I discussed with my mother what my future will be holding for me, could be holding for me, with some set plans for looking forward and upward. She's a frigging hard cookie to convince, but she appreciated my candor and the fact that I have followed her advice my whole life and all the rash mis-steps that I made were me running from personal aspects in my life that I hadn't yet come to accept at that point.
I felt great going home and as I was working on my script, my tongue was playing with the tooth next to my front tooth, which is kind of loose.
Before I knew it, it was hanging on a thread and three quarters of the way out of my gums.
I kind of resemble a Jack-o-lantern.
Not the best time to get head shots.