Keruvalia
10-09-2004, 10:15
So, anyway, it's now 4:07 in the morning where I am.
You may be wondering just why in the hell I'm up at such an ungodly hour. Well, I'm an insomniac. For the last 4 years, I have slept exactly 1.5 hours twice a day. I do not know why nor do I care because that's not the point of the story. However, I can assure you that Fight Club is correct, when you're an insomniac the world is a very strange place.
Today I am going to the dentist. I'm not a big fan of dental visits, but I suppose it could be worse. A couple of days ago an old crown fell out. It just fell right out, leaving what remains of a tooth that I haven't seen in 15 years exposed to the world. I set an appointment to go to the dentist, but yesterday it (the tooth, not the dentist) decided it needed to become infected. This has led to mind-numbing pain. (poor me, boo hoo, cry me a river)
Fortunately, in 4.5 hours, I will be in the dentist's chair getting this thing fixed. I will drop my daughter off at school and whisk myself away to the nice man who will be gassing me and having a general good time knowing that he will be able to stab me with needles, shove wads of cotton in my mouth, and hand me a bill for $800.
If you're a dentist and are reading this, I mean no offense. I just find it amusing.
Afterwards, I suppose I will do a little shopping and come home.
Sounds like a terrific time, eh? Anyone care to join me?
You may be wondering just why in the hell I'm up at such an ungodly hour. Well, I'm an insomniac. For the last 4 years, I have slept exactly 1.5 hours twice a day. I do not know why nor do I care because that's not the point of the story. However, I can assure you that Fight Club is correct, when you're an insomniac the world is a very strange place.
Today I am going to the dentist. I'm not a big fan of dental visits, but I suppose it could be worse. A couple of days ago an old crown fell out. It just fell right out, leaving what remains of a tooth that I haven't seen in 15 years exposed to the world. I set an appointment to go to the dentist, but yesterday it (the tooth, not the dentist) decided it needed to become infected. This has led to mind-numbing pain. (poor me, boo hoo, cry me a river)
Fortunately, in 4.5 hours, I will be in the dentist's chair getting this thing fixed. I will drop my daughter off at school and whisk myself away to the nice man who will be gassing me and having a general good time knowing that he will be able to stab me with needles, shove wads of cotton in my mouth, and hand me a bill for $800.
If you're a dentist and are reading this, I mean no offense. I just find it amusing.
Afterwards, I suppose I will do a little shopping and come home.
Sounds like a terrific time, eh? Anyone care to join me?