Thursday, March 27, 2003
Stupid toothache.
I'm really, really, really hoping I won't have to get a root canal in addition to the fillings. That would add an unwanted physical dimension to the present pain in my life. Nice thing about alcohol... it blunts all kinds of pain. I'm trying not to lean too much on it, both for reasons of poverty and personal morals, but this past week has had a high suck factor. I really hate March. Dad's birthday is coming up; I should visit the cemetary and bring some liquor this year, if for nothing else to sit and have a "father-son" drink. I've always wondered what those are like. Stupid toothache. Time for a night cap and sleep. Red, red wine... stay close to me. |
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