December 16th, 2006

sad, greensad

oooo not good not good not good

Face hurt.
Face hurt bad.
Loonie see dentist when dentist open at 9am tomorrow.
Loonie have work number in cell; loonie call apologize to snarky lady for blowing off at least part of the potluck setup.

Loonie had wrenched shoulder a while ago. Urgent care place thought wrenched arm warrant narcotics. Loonie no think so.
Loonie think ZOMG ONE AND A HALF OF MY TEETH ARE KILLING ME AND THE REST ARE PLOTTING TREASON BEHIND MY BACK AND ANOTHER HAS OPENLY DEFECTED TO THE ENEMY is sufficient reason for narcotics.

The ones that make the Little Fayoumis say I should not use Strongbad for a role model.

So. Yeah. I call Mama in the morning too. Thank goodness it is payday? Thank goodness my parents love me and are willing to step in when Bad Things Happen? I thought that I could poke around and look at recommendations over the weekend and call somewhere Monday, and maybe get an appointment before the end of the month, but this has just stepped into emergency territory. There's still a dull ache that I can feel through the topical anaesthetic and the painkiller, and I'm not going to do anything stupid with either of those measures.


On the bright side, at work I finished copying Management's floppy disks for her. I was working on that project since January of this year. That's a happiness.
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    sore motherfucking HURTING
running, bomb tech

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To prove we are all Very Silly: norabombay introduces the idea of improving literature by the insertion of heavily armed marine creatures. (Why did Herself not give Guppy a gun, anyway?)

Work has been called. (I decided in favor of sleep rather than early dentist, because sleep does not just happen, and it's not to be turned down when it does.)

I called both dentists and the one sounds better than the other; I'm getting a better vibe off them and their ad keeps popping up on top.

Now, clothes and call Mama on my way out the door.