opabinia

Last night,

darla and I went to India Palace for two more plates of Palak Paneer. Then we watched The Mothman Prophecies in the dark. A fat subwoofer enhances the creepiness measurably. Today we went to Andrea's Police Supply in Quincy, because I can see my socks through the cracks in my tanker boots. I tried a pair of Corcoran II Field Boots. I don't want them, but now I know what size Corcoran Lightweight Outsole Jump Boots I take.

They should be here by Friday. Thank you, uscav.com.

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"It's your lucky day," Dr. Pivor said. The whole procedure took less than an hour. I have a handsome new fake tooth, good for two weeks. Once the custom-fabbed post arrives from the lab, he'll pop this one off, shove the post in there, and attach a permanent crown. This is even better than his predicted best-case scenario, because there was no old post to remove -- there was just an obsolete, radio-dense filling compound of some sort in there. Looked just like a post on the X-ray. I think "Pivor" is a really cool last name.

The damage? $647 total, including the upcoming appointment. It sucks, but it could have been much worse.

I am now regaining sensation in the lower left quadrant of my nose.

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08.22.04 Edit: I forgot to mention that Darla treated me to breakfast at Sound Bites yesterday. She'd never been there.