… or what would happen if I could conduct IM conversations with myself.
Sometimes I truly wish I had a device which could record my thoughts. Especially while at the dentist. I’d certainly never run out of blogging material. 
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!! Feel my pain!
Ok no… you don’t REALLY need to feel it … especially since you’re near a deadline… again… but WAAAAAAAAH!
No. No! NOOOOOOOO! I’m going to kill youuuuuuuuuu! Sadist woman!
Er… SCRATCH THAT! Having the dentist faint while that bloody THING is in my mouth: Just no!
I don’t appreciate sarcasm… or pity… or anything really, right now. So FUCK YOU!
OK, let’s back-pedal there a bit: I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!
OW! I
saidthought OW!!
Amazingly enough, at the end of each torture session I manage to very sincerely thank her and make another appointment. I’m a constant source of surprise, even to myself.
So… how do you like your dentist? 