Teeth: Not one tooth but two freaking out. My mouth is falling apart. I sense a number of root canals in my near future. Also Valium, and possibly conscious sedation, because I just. Can't. Do it without. Please, dear Jesus, let me make it to Wednesday.
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Trece now. Absolutely terrific!