I went to the dentist last week.  Apparently you can't get more than one filling in the same day.  I had to keep reminding myself that "I" was the reason that I had to be there.  Funny, though, that my teeth didn't hurt until after I had seen the dentist.  They bother me now.  He said they would be "A little sensitive to hot and cold," not really sensitive to hot and cold!  Why do dentist have to put every instrument in front of your face before they it?  I don't want to see all those needles and sharp little hook-hingys.  Qoute form the dentist:  "Ooo, that's oopie-dooie, nicey-pooie."  He was a funny guy.  He kept making me laugh.  He wouldn't stop with all the baby talk.  It would have been fine if I wasn't in a chair with some kind of drilling machine and a couple fingers knuckle deep in my mouth!  It was funny how he would comment on his work and how good it was turning out.  At one point he even said, "Man, I wish I would have brought my camera.  THAT"S NIICCE!"  The best part of all of this had to be the numbness afterward.  My face seemed to just hang there.  Could only manage a half smile and could only smoke on one side of my mouth.  And forget eating!  I managed to just get it in the general direction of my mouth and shove it against my teeth, willing the food in.  Liquids!  Ah liquids!  If I managed to keep it in my mouth, the side that wasn't numb would sense the cold, and the numb side would taste hot!  I don't know why it felt hot.  It was the weirdest feeling ever.

I went shopping on Saturday to get some new kicks.  Can't go to L.A. with old shoes!  Surprizingly it only took me thirty minutes to get the shoes I wanted.  Twenty minutes of that time was spent waiting for help.  Finally I went up to the register and asked the girl to get the shoes for me.  Getting that done quicker I expected, I wandered into BOOKS-A-MILLION.  I bought "Demons and Angels" by Dan Brown, a bargin book, and "Stolen" by Kelly Armstrong.  When I saw "Stolen" I had to have it.  It was the "Women of the underworld book two."  I had read book one years before and forgot all about it.  I didn't even know it was a series.  Well actually, I mistook it for another book that had a cliffhanger at the end, and thought this was the next one.  I was a bit disappointed to find out that I was wrong, but it was still a new book to read, so ehh.  I am a little over halfway done with it, and I must say, it is much better than the first one.  I want to finish it tonight, so that I can start the Dan Brown one on my flight home tomorrw.

I was thinking about death this morning.  I don't know how my  mind got on the subject, but it had something to do with a line from "SLC PUNK": "Only posers die!....I wasn't ready for this...."  I always thought it was funny that he said he wasn't ready for the death of a friend.  There was no "Why?" or "He didn't deserve this!"  It hit me this morning how honest that portrayal was.  Grief is a selfish emotion.  It is the feeling that someone in YOUR world is no longer there.  WE miss that person because it makes us feel alone.  Another person gone from OUR lives.  I mean the dead person isn't in pain.  We feel the pain.  I wonder what made me think of that this morning?

So, I am on leave now.  Last week, they worked me harder than the I have worked in the last month combined.  I guess I deserved it.  It was filled with long days and retardation.  I was mad at the time but I have learned to overlook it now.  My roommated admitted that he had a gambling problem and asked us for help.  Quite a brave thing considering that he doesn't lose money.  In fact, he makes a lot of money on it.  But alas, it consumes him.  It has become increasingly difficult to use the computer because he is on his poker site.  So he has decided to cut back to only the weekends.  I went to the bar Friday night and met a very cute shots girl.  Shot girls are the devil!  I didn't catch her name, but she learned mine (interestingly enough), and that will have to be enough for now.