ok, i’m off to the dentist again. hopefully he’ll be able to improve things in my mouth so that, at the very least, i’ll be able to speak without pain. but then again, what’s a little mouth pain every now and then? sure, it sucks, but it’s not the end of the world.
or maybe it is?
maybe oral pain is one of the harbingers of the apocalypse.
along with my inflatable foam disney paintings and that ‘blind date’ show.
and then after having my mouth fixed i’m off to ireland. if anyone is reading this and planning on coming to the irish show, i have a tiny little surprise for the end of the show…
and if anyone hears about me leaving the country and thinks that they will take this opportunity to break into my house, please let me say that i have great security in place and a houseguest staying here while i’m away.
so you’ll have to put your larcenous plans on hold…sorry, i know that’s not very egalitarian of me, is it.
ok, have a nice labor day.
-moby