Thursday, June 02, 2005
Tooth Fairy
While not nearly as bad as Miranda's recent tooth trouble, I am having some problems of my own. Yesterday one of my new $130 composite dental fillings, which I got only this past February, popped out while I was eating some extra-crunchy granola. I didn't immediately notice it, since the filling was probably a little less crunchy than the granola, but then I drank some cold milk and felt a weird extra-sensitive sensation in my tooth. After suffering through several more sips, I finally went to a mirror to peer inside my mouth. To my horror I saw a huge gaping hole in one of my molars. I think I almost fainted. I mean, I could see inside my tooth.
But I got over it, and lucky thing too, because my dentist can't see me till Monday. Oh well. You're all lucky I still can't find my camera. For now, I can't eat or drink anything really hot or really cold, and I'm definitely avoiding Coke and other sweets. In fact, that probably means I won't be eating much of anything really.
And maybe it's a blessing in disguise, since, as my girlfriend quite recently put it, "Why can't you look more like Anakin?"
If you haven't seen Revenge of the Sith, Anakin is quite the delicious dish in several shirtless scenes. Or so I'm told. Repeatedly. It's not like I'm a fatso or anything. But she persists. And so I tell her that unlike Anakin, I'm, errr... good? To which she replies, "But sweetie, just look at him!"
It just goes to show that it doesn't matter how good or bad you are, it's how you look without your shirt on that determines your standing in life. I bet this could be scientifically proven too. Anyway, so my new push-up regimen begins right now. Damn you Anakin Skywalker!
But I got over it, and lucky thing too, because my dentist can't see me till Monday. Oh well. You're all lucky I still can't find my camera. For now, I can't eat or drink anything really hot or really cold, and I'm definitely avoiding Coke and other sweets. In fact, that probably means I won't be eating much of anything really.
And maybe it's a blessing in disguise, since, as my girlfriend quite recently put it, "Why can't you look more like Anakin?"
If you haven't seen Revenge of the Sith, Anakin is quite the delicious dish in several shirtless scenes. Or so I'm told. Repeatedly. It's not like I'm a fatso or anything. But she persists. And so I tell her that unlike Anakin, I'm, errr... good? To which she replies, "But sweetie, just look at him!"
It just goes to show that it doesn't matter how good or bad you are, it's how you look without your shirt on that determines your standing in life. I bet this could be scientifically proven too. Anyway, so my new push-up regimen begins right now. Damn you Anakin Skywalker!
