This will be quick, as I have a few things to do before heading to work.

Abcessed tooth. Went to dentist, who proceded to push on the fucking thing. Not just a light tap, mind you. A push. I yelled involuntarily, quite loudly, and probably frightened the small child who was waiting in the lobby outside. Ended up leaving in more pain than when I arrived, with nothing but a prescription for penicillin and a terrible temperament.

After a few days of ingesting mold in pill form, however, the pain is gone.

Scheduled to remove the little white bastard in January (the tooth, not the dentist).

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With blizzard-like conditions and terrible winds, the temperature has been in the -30Fs (wind chill, mind you) lately. It makes shoveling the mess the plows leave behind our car less than pleasent.

Not to mention walking to work.

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I’m thinking of writing a Christmas song. Working title I have so far: “All I Want For Christmas Is A Glass Of Scotch And My Boot Up Your Ass”.

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After spending the last few days watching seasons two and three of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, the following made me laugh:

(it’s also a jab at Twilight, sorry teenaged girls and middle-aged women)

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We also watched the entire Witchblade anime series, which should have been called “Boobs of Fury”, but was still entertaining and we don’t feel bad for spending the money on it.

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Right, I suppose I need to put on pants before I go to work.