Anticipatory Owie, with Gas
30 December 1999
1:22 PM: About 15 minutes until I have to leave for the dentist, to get the first of these two cavernous caries filled. Mommy. No wonder I've been anxious all night and all morning. I had a dream that the Russians planted a bomb in my apartment. I thought that I had seen Primakov pick it up again, with this sheepish expression. But then Boris Yeltsin came running in and said, "Nyet! Too small! That was bug - bomb still here! Hurry!" Ran pretty fast for a guy who's mostly dead, too.
Oh good job, 1 800 DENTIST. Specifically I ask you for dentists who will use nitrous for cleanings, and you give me the name of one who won't even use it for fillings! Fuck me. Fuck you, too. Fuck everyone, hell, it's New Years. Hmm. I seem to be off track a bit here.
It's not that it really hurt so very very much. I just don't like being there, and nitrous lets me sort of drift away into drugland. Plus it's supposed to be my reward for going, dammit. Stupid WASP medical people and their Puritan antidrug prejudices. I want codeine, I want laughing gas, I want the good drugs! Durgs good! Ow.
So everyone has gone home but I'm back at work. I am a less than bright fellow. I asked my office crush to lunch before she quits. We'll see if I get an answer or not. I've been trying to get in touch with Lauren, too, but she has definite Garbo tendencies. What will tomorrow hold? Not much. Already finished every book I bought on Christmas Eve. Twiddle twiddle, idle thumb, how can you live and be so dumb?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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