Not slacking so much, though.
I'm not going to devolve into self-indulgent whining, but suffice to say the dental appointment did not go swimmingly.
It resulted in yer old buddy Nos getting 4x the normal dose of local anesthetic, a sadistic bitch of a hygienist practicing bayonet drills on my gums for an hour (for those of you never 'in', a bayonet drill involves parry and LUNGE!), considerable tissue damage, two broken teeth (that I didn't even get an "oops!" for, let alone an apology), lots of blood, and two badly inserted temporary fillings projected to survive seven days tops.
The next appointment being eleven days after insertion.
It's okay, though! Because she broke my teeth, I got my appointment moved up for real fillings. No longer November 30. Now November 15!
Joy and fucking rapture.
Best part? Apparently, part of the health plan involved in selling my soul to the powers of Darkness all those years ago is that my pain receptors are immune to the binding effects of opiates.
Meaning the hydrocodone they gave me for pain? Yeah, 500mg did absolutely nothing. I get more pain relief from 500mg of aspirin.
My darling girl managed to get me to smile this morning (against my will). What did I hear?
"*giggle* There's them teeth... oh, wow; they really fucked you up, didn't they?"
I now have a 3/4 inch gap between my two front teeth... well, what's left of them, anyway. Consequently, I now also have a lisp and cannot produce a hard F sound. You have no idea how inconvenient that makes life for me. Do you have any idea how often I use the word fuck in my daily life?!
Thankfully, the girl wasn't able to be there to sit in on the procedure with me. Else she'd likely be in jail, what with the ass kicking that would have commenced upon the hygienist's hide and all.
Erm. Anyway. Am in pain and a generally pissy mood. Not feeling the GECKing urge tonight.
On the up side, Recettear is both cute and engaging, and I may have to spend the $20 on purchasing it.