A Dental Dilemma
It's a tough call. Which do I hate more?
1) Getting a three fillings at the dentist: Swallowing four huge horse pills of amoxicillin. Getting up early to drive all the way out to the East Transfer Point. Feeling a giant horse needle of Novacaine jammed into my tender gums while my limbs flail for minutes on end. Seeing the plethora of cringe-inducing instruments about to be jammed into my mouth. Squinching my eyes shut as the drill sears into my tooth enamel, the agonizing sound echoing throughout my head despite Rockapella screaming at top volume through the Discman. Digging bloody holes into my palms as the drilling goes on and on ...
OR
2) George W. Bush.
Tough call, tough call.