I lost my tooth again. Wait, backup. It’s not that dramatic. My freaky genetic map made it so I was born missing some teeth, so I have a couple cemented in. I think when I’m stressed a little I end up grinding my teeth and out one pops. It’s not funny really. But, I’m getting more and more used to the potential of it falling out spontaniously and me going from normal to meth head in a heartbeat. I’ve lightened up about it. Used to be that my life revolved around those fake teeth, but when one came out on Saturday, it wasn’t stopping my trip to Flag to hang out and do next to nuthin. Little Fixadent, couple of beers and some red meat, and I forgot all about it.

Until I made it to the dentist today. The dentists are getting sick of seeing me and want me to get implants. Funny thing about that is implants cost about what I put down on my house, so….No. I will have to get the thing re-cemented in some astronomical number of times that would require some math to see how much money I would lose in the long run, so….No. But the dentist had to scrape all the cement off. I like dentist, and don’t mean to brag, but will. I like pain a whole lot too, and do quite well with it. When the dentist threw in the pick thing though, asked for the ‘cavity drill’ and went and got the hygenist apologizing, I simply said, “hey. Do what you gotta do”. The German hygenist, whom I usually really like, too, went to town on it and….oh. god. Slipped. The pic scraper thing went straight into the inside of my upper lip. I didn’t really do anything but felt a hot rush and goosebumps. I get why people don’t like dentists now and I stopped talking to everyone altogether for several hours. All I could think in the hot, wicked hot, pain flood was, “happy place. Happy place. HAPPY PLACE!!!”.

Speaking of, I got a gift yesterday from myself. Went on a two hour run on my favorite running surface: pine needles. I think I caught a wiff of aspen leaves, although that might have been my memory still. Hung out, hung out more, then had a hell of a time hanging out. Just hired a photographer for my portfolio on Wednesday so no more hanging out now.

Hey. I know many readers of missingsaddle.com also watch the Bachelor. I just finished watching for the night and thought of something. THis season sucks. He’s a prince and I don’t believe his Prince Cred. but it seems everyone else buys it. I think I need to get nominated for the Bachelor or Bachelorette so that I can really mess things up. So vote for me. It could be fun. I’ll be nice. The whole point of the game would be to see that I don’t get married to some loser I just met and spent 3 minutes with, but that’s our secret.

It’s 9:12 and past my bedtime. I made the decision last night at 10pm to meet the designer I had to meet at 9 am this morning after a four hour drive south that started at 5 or so.

Later. Remember to….ah forget it.

BB

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