Saturday Night Live

Paranormal Investigators meet the fart joke.

I can dig it, sweet cheeks.

War on Tooth Terror

One of my molars has joined the oral insurgency. I've been having toothache issues since Friday. I wasn't sure it was a permanent toothache thang until yesterday, though. I called my dentist's on-call guy, and yes I've got a candidate for a root canal on my hands.

Grand.

The rub is I have to leave for San Antonio tomorrow. At 7am. So, I won't be able to take care of it unless I get a root canal in Texas. Bleh.

But, my dentis is phoning in some quality drugs to stave off infection and pain. I believe vicodin is on the menu should I require it.

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I think my karma is on the slightly tarnished side, as my miracle drugs are just out of grasp. I arranged for my dentist to hook me up with vicodin and some antibiotics for my business trip, but walgreens suddenly closed down for four hours. That's right, a venue that boasts a 24 hour pharmacy shut down for four hours due to staffing issues. Whoops.

Well, I'll get my goodies eventually.