Facing the prospect of moving, there is a fear lurking out there that keeps me awake like no other. It's not the prospect of failure. Not the prospect of poverty. Nothing so urbane as that. It's mainly dental.
I don't really like talking about it as it's so ridiculous, but I had a cavity. And way back when that cavity got drilled and filled. Well now the filling is gone. I have no dental insurance. So being the responsible adult I am, I'm completely ignored it. It's slowly gotten worse. Currently I taste blood in my mouth, coming from the gaping hole in my tooth. I'm moving to LA soley on the money I get from my tax return. How ironic would it be for me not to be able to go all on account of a root canal? There goes my tax return. These are really the things that keep me up at night. I'd almost rather go Castaway on that shit and knock it out with an Ice Skate.
You can't make this stuff up.
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RE: The tooth. I have a co-worker who could probably pull it out for you. Maybe if we get you liquored up enough on Saturday.
ReplyDeleteRE: Moving to LA jitters. One phrase: "Fortes fortuna iuvat". I'll leave it to you to translate it.