During a period of sleep recently, I had a fantastic if ultimately frustrating dream of walking from Oberlin to Elyria in Ohio. I was walking along a large highway when I came to the marvelously junk-cluttered ruins of a sort of hybrid between a fairgrounds and a casino. But once I had thoroughly explored the ruins, I found it almost impossible to resume my walk; my progress was arrested by a fence made of numerous high tension wires.
In case I needed cash for today's dental appointment, I went to the bank and withdrew a tidy wad of money. Then I drove to Dr. Dalley's Dental Office in the Wellness Center on Preston Avenue (maybe only six to ten blocks northeast from my house). Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Katherine DeGood had runk 4 ounces each of generic K-Mart brand tussin. It was a way to make their spring break a little more exciting. Yes, it's Sping Break at UVA, and those left behind here (including myself to an extent) feel like we're missing out in some subtle ways.
In the waiting room I read in Time Magazine about the philisophical paradoxes introduced by the breakthrough of mammal cloning. It struck me as eerie that doctors still aren't sure yet whether Dolly the cloned sheep will be able to live as long as a normal sheep or whether her cells are all "pre-aged" from having all come from six year old cells.
She ended up taking an x-ray, which revealed no abscess to be present at all. Apparently it's just some sort of especially severe gum infection, perhaps the result of an injury at the hands of a corn chip or a chicken bone. The Dentist scraped at my calculus build up and suggested I come in for a cleaning and also to have a number of cavities filled. Neglected as my teeth have been, I agreed. If the bills have been paid, supposedly I have dental insurance through my place of employment.
As for the gum infection, the dentist said it will probably just heal on its own.
So I was scheduled for a big two-hour dental session on April 29th. April 29th is not a lucky day for me and the world I know, since something bad related to fire always seems to happen either on that day or in the week leading up to it. My dorm room caught on fire April 29th, 1989. The LA riots happened on an April 29th. David Koresh and his followers went up in smoke on April 29th a few years ago in Waco, Texas. And I severely burned my left hand a year ago on April 20th during a huge party at Peirce and Nellie's place and a week later I attempted to destroy the Downtown Mall in a one-man riot and ended up in jail. In general, I have to fear late April every bit as much as Cæsar had to fear the Ides of March.
The bill for today's work was only $32, and it may be completely covered by my dental insurance.
I was so overjoyed at not having a tooth abscess (even though nothing was really done about my gum condition) that I purchased a 12 of Molsen Ice.
Armed with a glass of gin and PMS tea, I did much musings work in UVA's Cocke Hall. Then I returned to the Dynashack. As I approached from the west on Wertland, I came upon Monster Boy and the two tussing girls, Elizabeth and Katherine. They'd become impatient and gone on to drink an extra three ounces each. That made a total of seven ounces each. That's a lot. I'll have to find out how that went. No doubt they completely lost their minds.
I slept from ten pm until my shift at Comet.
I had a wonderful conversation with blixa in Sam 'n' Ellas Punk Rock Chat (which hadn't been working last night). I noticed that the HTML features had all been eliminated though, and that kind of sucked.