I'm getting a tooth pulled today. Not by a doorknob, but by someone who does this sort of thing for a living. Why, you couldn't pay me enough! Like, what kind of a person is that anyway, and do I really want him to have his hands in my mouth? It's not the first time for me, so don't try saying, "Oh, it's not that bad." I know that already. Ever since I scheduled this, my mind has been on tomorrow, the day after. But for today, I'll have to be "in the moment", when I'd rather be anywhere else, and settle for novocain, nitrous, arnica, Advil, Traumeel and soup on my shirt.
To demonstrate my good humor in the face of impending doom, I tried to find a funny cartoon or youtube about tooth extraction, but I didn't think they were funny at all. So I'll do my best and try to bite the blade instead of the sicko's fingers.
I would so rather be painting.