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The completion of the root canal was _really_ bad. LIke, I just took _4_ advil. When is this shit gonna kick in?

On the plus side, the dentist's office carries The Advocate with the magazines, and that made me feel good, since I always feel a little extra cagey about being queer to anyone I don't know well who is going to PUT DRILLS IN MY MOUTH.

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Punchline of today's dental adventures: They had a scale in their bathroom.

Also, I'm in awe at how physically tired the whol thing has made me. Worse, I have an audition for Othello tomorrow, but talking kind of hurts.

Finally, I think half my friends list has Lucius Malfoy icons.