All hail Dr. Marvin Berman!

Dr. Marvin Berman hung the fucking moon as far as I am concerned. If I could, I would follow Dr. Marvin Berman around singing his praises, like Sir Robin's troubadour in Monty Python.

Of course, as I write this, I am in an astounding amount of pain, but the root canal itself was completely pain-free. A big difference from the last one, the one performed by Dr. Mengele.

More than anything, in fact, it was boring, because it took a whole hour and I'm just sitting there with my mouth open that whole time. At one point, I started laughing, because it looked to me like he was reaching all the way into my brain, and I couldn't feel a thing--I felt like a building site or a road or something, and Dr. Berman said, "When you're laughing through a root canal, you know that it's going well!"

When I got home, though, the pain began, and it really hasn't stopped. I'm taking two Percocets at a time instead of one, and it still doesn't last four hours. I wish I didn't have to go in to work, but since I'm taking Thursday off, I really can't do it.

I dreamt that Mom and I were arguing about how Billy Joe died in Ode to Billy Joe. Mom said that he was shot, and I said he od'ed, until I finally said, "Wait, we're being silly, in the song it says that Billy Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahachee Bridge!" and she said, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Two days till my birthday!

Today's horoscope:
Mechanical items are involved in the financial picture. Repairs are possible. If shopping for a new object, check it out carefully.

One year ago today:
...and remember, if it's cake, it's good!

* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *

E-Mail

Graphics by the festive and birthday-ish Saundra!

This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Tues 21 August 10:15:09 2001