(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


21 December

So yesterday, for the second day of my vacation, I went to the dentist! You can't stop me! I'm a fun machine! Tooth scraping for Christmas!

Actually, the real reason I went, besides the fact that I totally really needed to have my teeth cleaned, was to have my crown put back on.

I never told this story, since 2004 is the Year of Lost Entries, but on my 40th birthday I went out to Heartland with Tracing and Sara Astruc, and as I took a big bite of mashed potatoes or something, my crown fell out. Which I thought was totally unfair. I mean, turning 40 wasn't bad enough? I also had to have my teeth flying from my head like popcorn?

So I took my tooth home and put it in my desk drawer, and then remembered to pack it when I came to LA, and had it all ready for Dr. Valdez to glue back in. He had to do quite a bit of scraping and filing, since it had been out for four months and my teeth had moved, but he managed to jam it back in, and I now have a mouth full of teeth like regular people.

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O, and hilariously, when he scraped my teeth he said that I was doing a very good job brushing them, because I have no tartar!

Which is completely ridiculous, because I never floss and am very slapdash about brush. If I had the teeth that I deserved, they'd be green and there would only be eleven of them, so my having no tartar is ridiculous.

On the other hand, I spent my entire childhood never brushing my teeth, which is why I have a million cavities and two crowns, but that does mean that my teeth are very independent, and have learned to get rid of the tartar themselves, because they know that I'm sure not going to help them out by brushing them regularly or anything.

Give your teeth tough love! It works for me!

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After the dentist, Mom and I went to the Glendale library, and I staggered out under so many books that you'd think I was staying for months rather than just two weeks, then we had an hysterical race to AAA to pay Mom's tags.

You see, if she didn't pay yesterday, there would be a penalty, so we had to make it on time. It was a very tense trip, cursing red lights and screeching around corner, but we ended up making it with plenty of time to spare.

Whenever you manage something like that, it's always like beating the devil in a race, and we were much prouder of ourselves than we had any right to be.

On the other hand, since Mom and I are both the champions of being late to everything imaginable, getting somewhere on time is literally a miracle, so a little pride was in order.

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I got a call from Mark, and the first words out of his mouth were, "What do you mean do not open until Christmas!"

I had gotten him the Bill Hicks DVD, but didn't have time to see him before going home, so I mailed it to him with that admonition scrawled all over it. I figured that he was an early opener, and I was right, because he whined and whined about not being able to open it. I'm pretty sure that he will anyway, but we chatted for about an hour and it was really nice talking to him.

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Today's horoscope
Today's astrological agenda is the stuff that long-term commitments are made of. They might be platonic, romantic or even business-oriented. Regardless, be sure you mean what you say, because it's going to stick.

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