So yesterday was my birthday. I don't make a huge deal about it anymore, mostly because every year gets more depressing. Isn't it funny that as a kid you can't wait for your birthday, but as you age you don't like it so much anymore. Anyway, the best part of my birthday yesterday? I spent part of it at the dentist's office.

I'm not one to run to the doctor or dentist every time I get a little pain. For one, I don't like to spend money (on doctors anyway), but secondly I feel like it'll just go away with time. But over the past week and a half or so, I have barely been able to open my mouth because my jaw is tight and sore. That can pose a problem when you talk for a living.

So my mom and dad were in town visiting this week (for my birthday, which was a nice treat), and my mother kept saying, "Call the dentist!! Call the dentist!!" So, I finally did.

It wasn't the worst thing ever. Filling out the paperwork took just as long as the actual visit. But he just told me that the muscles in my jaw were tight, and put me on a muscle relaxant. So if I looked a little loopy on TV this morning, that was why.

I still don't exactly know why my jaw is so sore. I think I slept on it funny or something. But it made for a good excuse on my birthday. I had to eat a couple extra pieces of my ice cream cake because the dentist said, "Only soft foods..." And I always follow doctors orders...