ms. brightside
Jul. 22nd, 2005 09:23 amSome of my friends are having very, very bad weeks, which makes me wish they were close by enough to hug or otherwise help, and also put me in a counting-my-blessings kind of mood. Herewith:
1. I got the last four of my fillings on Wednesday, and the whole thing was entirely painless and acid-in-the-eyes free. I mean, okay, I was tensed up enough to shake through the first half hour, but I did calm down eventually. And when they brought the stupid assistant-girl in to help with my last two fillings, and the dentist put the Etch on my teeth and then told her to suction, and stupid assistant-girl said, "Uh-oh," I did not fly out of the chair, and the dentist hastily informed her that a) we do not say "Uh-oh" at this stage of the proceedings and b) picking up a piece of cotton with the suction is not really an "Uh-oh." Comparatively speaking.
2. My colleague-who-used-to-be-my-boss-other-than-
fairmer has collected "about twenty" boxes for me to use in packing, which I should be able to take home today. They're exactly the perfect size for packing books; I had been dragging my feet on packing because I only had big, unwieldy boxes, but now my problem is magically solved. Except for the part about getting ~20 boxes from the library to my car via the buses.
3. Art Fair? What Art Fair?
4. I talked to my future roommate on the phone last night for over half an hour. We bonded over our mutual terror of our other main housing option (just some of its features: cockroaches! silverfish! inadequate locks! violent crime! an absence of air-conditioning!) and repeatedly assured ourselves and one another that this would be good. From what I can tell, we were both planning to live alone in the coming year, so I think even if we don't become the best of friends, we'll be able to co-exist peacefully.
5.
shaws_ghoti will be returning from Spain this weekend and meeting El Nephew. If this does not allow me to FINALLY use up the second half of the camera I took to ConneXions, there is no such thing as a Kodak moment.
6. I finished writing something the other day, sent it off to
iuliamentis for beta, and had the unprecedented experience of being informed that she was going to require me to add a comma. Will wonders never cease?
7. Apropos of my icon: according to this morning's radio-show news, Brad Pitt is fully recovered from his brush with viral meningitis, and I am shallow for caring. To which I can only say, hey, Dave Hunter, at least I don't have a job which contractually obligates me to make a grievously unfunny joke about either Michael Jackson or Star Jones at least twice a day.
1. I got the last four of my fillings on Wednesday, and the whole thing was entirely painless and acid-in-the-eyes free. I mean, okay, I was tensed up enough to shake through the first half hour, but I did calm down eventually. And when they brought the stupid assistant-girl in to help with my last two fillings, and the dentist put the Etch on my teeth and then told her to suction, and stupid assistant-girl said, "Uh-oh," I did not fly out of the chair, and the dentist hastily informed her that a) we do not say "Uh-oh" at this stage of the proceedings and b) picking up a piece of cotton with the suction is not really an "Uh-oh." Comparatively speaking.
2. My colleague-who-used-to-be-my-boss-other-than-
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3. Art Fair? What Art Fair?
4. I talked to my future roommate on the phone last night for over half an hour. We bonded over our mutual terror of our other main housing option (just some of its features: cockroaches! silverfish! inadequate locks! violent crime! an absence of air-conditioning!) and repeatedly assured ourselves and one another that this would be good. From what I can tell, we were both planning to live alone in the coming year, so I think even if we don't become the best of friends, we'll be able to co-exist peacefully.
4a. I successfully avoided all mention of the words "gay porn," "incest," "slash," "SciFi Friday," and "LiveJournal," during said conversation. Some things you just want to be able to say in person.
4b. She's moving in at least ten days after I am, and has admonished me to get my kegger-hosting out of the way early.
5.
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6. I finished writing something the other day, sent it off to
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7. Apropos of my icon: according to this morning's radio-show news, Brad Pitt is fully recovered from his brush with viral meningitis, and I am shallow for caring. To which I can only say, hey, Dave Hunter, at least I don't have a job which contractually obligates me to make a grievously unfunny joke about either Michael Jackson or Star Jones at least twice a day.