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Oral surgery is happening in my life soon. July 18th. The dead tooth is coming out, the long-latent, now raging bone-eating infection in its root will be allowed to heal FINALLY. The ugly plastic-y fake tooth is coming out too and both are making way for beautiful new porcelain bridges. I will finally have my two front teeth... at least, as close as I will ever get again.
Casey, remember the first time we hung out and you asked me why my tooth was "blackish"? Never again will anyone have the occasion to ask me that.
Anyway, in one way this is just a huge, albeit incredibly expensive, relief. In another way, it is a metaphor for all that is going on in my life. Big changes.
Has anybody else noticed that marriage is totally popular again?
P.S. for anybody who still reads this journal: August 15, 2009. Save the date.
Casey, remember the first time we hung out and you asked me why my tooth was "blackish"? Never again will anyone have the occasion to ask me that.
Anyway, in one way this is just a huge, albeit incredibly expensive, relief. In another way, it is a metaphor for all that is going on in my life. Big changes.
Has anybody else noticed that marriage is totally popular again?
P.S. for anybody who still reads this journal: August 15, 2009. Save the date.