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Friday, July 14, 2006
The Wisdom
I've never really liked going to the dentist, and as a result, I've always been a little behind the dental curve. I was 17 when I got braces. And I still have my wisdom teeth.
That's right. Even though most people get theirs out while they're in college, I got my braces off sophomore year, and I couldn't bear the idea of more dental stress, so I just didn't do it.
Then when I started going to Perfect Smile (you know, the place that gives you the massage at the end of the cleaning), the dentist started bugging me about it again. For while my "I don't have insurance" excuse worked, but it seems that those days are over.
Because she convinced me to let her remove them. Today. In about two hours. I take my first dose of halcyon in about 5 minutes. And then I have three days off work to watch TV and eat ice cream. Last night I bought three quarts of Baskin Robbins Rainbow Sherbert, which I am determined to make the cornerstone of my diet.
Needless to say, I'm a bit nervous (hence the halcyon). I've held off mentioning it before, because the one thing I don't need is all the horror stories about dry socket and how people were in bed for a week because they were in so much pain. I'm determined to make it shake down this way:
halcyon #1
halcyon #2
laughing gas
some sort of thing where my teeth are removed
more laughing gas
massage
vicodin
vicodin
ice cream
vicodin
ice cream
ice cream
dharma and greg
ice cream
vicodin
sleep.
and for three days...repeat as needed. It's all going to be very comfortable and not at all scary. Seriously. I'm not nervous at all. IT'S GOING TO BE FINE, DAMN IT!
Halcyon time. I won't be checking comments before my appointment, so feel free to let fly with the horror stories now. And plan on a lot less wisdom from now on.
7/14/2006 09:55:00 AM link
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The Ticket
It's Wednesday. And that means that the west side of the street that I park on almost every day is being cleaned from 7am-9am. Which means one shouldn't park there the night before unless one wants to get up at 6:55am.
It's 7:20. I groggily wake up to the sound of beeping, which I actually think is a part of my dream, and am surprised to hear after waking. I wonder what it could be...a trash truck, a tow truck, a street cleaner...
Street cleaning. Darn it. That's 50 bucks that I so don't have.
A little voice in the back of my head argues that maybe they haven't given me a ticket yet. Maybe I could beat them.
I shoot a withering glance at the little voice, which is difficult, you know, considering that it's not actually a person, and just a part of my psyche. But I think it got the message, because it shut up.
I wander over to the windows in the living room and look outside to see if I have a ticket. Except I can't even see my car.
A tow truck? No. They wouldn't.
As I get dressed, I'm imagining just how much it's going to cost to get my car back, but then I remember that sometimes they just tow cars around the block in situations like this, so maybe I'm ok. Then the dreaded boot pops into my head, brought there presumably by the little voice that I glared at. That should teach me.
I step outside. Thankfully my car is still there, just a bit further north than I had remembered. And THERE'S NO TICKET ON THE WINDSHIELD! I almost jump for joy and head over to move it. But then I see a frightening sight: the ticket woman coming up the street from the other direction. She has her eye on my truck.
I skip over (yes, I think I might have skipped, or at least galloped) and ask if I can move it right now without getting a ticket. And in an unprecedented move on her part, she replies "Sure."
Sure. What a beautiful word. A beautiful, non-ticketed, non-towed, non-booted word of joy and tolerance for those that sometimes forget to wake up in time to move one's car.
I'd like to think that this is a preview of the rest of my day. I could use an awesome day right about now.
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Sunday, July 09, 2006
The Season
Why I'm loving TV this summer, A Comprehensive List.
Psych
Entourage
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Kyle XY
Rescue Me
almost daily reruns of Dharma and Greg
the discovery that I have HBO
the discovery that I have HBO OnDemand
TiVo
and a little thing called "free time," to which I am very much not used.
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Friday, July 07, 2006
The Ad
Oh craigslist. So helpful, yet home to so many losers. Like the guy who was all excited to buy this couch sitting here in my room. He only lives a few blocks away and said "We can pick it up tomorrow!" And then he gave me his phone number.
So I called from work and left a message saying that I'd be home around 3. Then I called again when I got home. This time he picked up. I said hello, and told him who I was.
And then he hung up.
Dude, you're the one who wanted the couch. You're the one who gave me the number. If you decided that you didn't want it, just say so. I'm not going to be hurt, and I'm not going to force you to take it. Don't just hang up the phone like a loser.
Actually in my head, I'm calling him a much meaner name, but we don't want to show up on search engines for people looking for that. They're not going to find it here.
So I'm selling a couch, if anyone is in the market. Hopefully one of these other ten people will turn out to be normal.
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Thursday, July 06, 2006
The Dream
No, I'm not going to tell you what it was. But it wasn't pleasant. One of those times when you want to scream but can't. The point is that when you live alone, you don't have anyone to go wake up and talk to about your dream.
So I got up. I read some comics. Clicked on TV Guide to see what was up there and realized that the Emmy nominations were going to be announced early in the morning, and I decided to stay up and watch.
5:39 am: Julia-Louis Dreyfus and Brad Garrett get up to the podium. There's some funniness about their major height difference and about how early it is. They begin announcing the nominations.
5:41 am: My computer (or the emmy website) decide that they need to "wait". So I wait. And wait. Five minute later, after the broadcast is over, it tells me that there is no feed and that I should check the website.
Well sure there's no feed. It's over, and you made me miss it.
I don't know why I was looking forward to the announcements. I've never been much on award shows. But I watched a LOT of TV this year. A lot of good tv. And I wanted those shows to win awards, instead of the usual stupid Everybody Love Raymond and Boston Public wins.
But pretty much every show I like got shafted, except for Grey's. No Lost. No Veronica. No Gilmore. Instead stupid William Shatner gets a nomination. 4 out of the 5 lead comedic actresses are in shows that are no longer on the air. Aand Alfre Woodard gets nominated for the most boring story of the year on DH?
Wrong. And I didn't even get to watch as it unfolded. I didn't get to yell at Brad Garrett at all. And that is a pleasure that I do not like having denied.
So I blame that stupid bad dream for waking me up and forcing me to seek refuge in the internet. Otherwise I would have just read the list later, like I had to do anyway. I'm so glad I stayed up for NO REASON AT ALL.
Yeah, I'm sleepy.
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