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March 23, 2000

Well, today I went to the dentist; and I have decided to hate my current dentist. I get in there, and he immediately starts to drill. He puts all the crap in my mouth, so I can barely move my tongue, and then he asks me, “You want Novocain?” Of course, I can’t do anything but make an inaudible noise. Fortunately, he realized that I meant “yes” and shot me up. But he made me hold a mirror so I could watch him dig in my mouth. No fun.