I purposely didn't talk about my upcoming dentists' appointment yesterday... 'cause I didn't want to think about it. And that was a good thing... not thinking about it. But... it wasn't that bad. He was much gentler with the novacaine this time and, aside from having my mouth open for a mere fourty-five minutes, it was a breeze. Until the novacaine wore off. Since then, I've been gobbling the T3, and it still hurts. A bunch. I'm making the assumption that it will all be OK by tomorrow, though. I awoke JD when I got home, and we basically hung out for a coupla hours, then I took a nap while he went to have the transmission fluid changed in his truck. He had been having trouble with it not going into overdrive, which meant, as I mentioned a coupla days ago, doesn't let him go over 60 MPH. Well, he could, but the engine would be red-lined, and that's not a good thing. He woke me when he got home, and we went out to get some "O" rings for the hot tub. Changed that out, and found that the pump itself was leaking, dammit. So I have to pull the pump out and get that rebuilt. Then we went out to eat at the Chinese place, but the food was tastless to me, probably a combination of the T3s and the fact that I couldn't chew on the left side of my mouth without causing myself pain. JD is burning a bunch of CDs as Colin's wedding present, so I need to turn the computer over to him for a while... which is OK, because my brain is fried and I really should stop writing.... Back to work tomorrow, 07:00.