Wednesday 31 March 2004 18:35
Oh fuck. I have a court date, so it's another trip to St Albans. It's not a very nice feeling knowing that you're right, but don't have any significant chance of proving it. And, yet again, I get very little advance notice.Tuesday 23 March 2004 07:07
Although I realise that it's untypical of me, I'm going to moan this morning. I don't like Monday mornings, or their equivalents (had a day off yesterday), I don't want to go to work (not least because I'm supposed to be on leave this week) and I really do want to go back to bed (I've been accustomed to sleeping a lot of late). I'm presently on my second cup of coffee and delaying my departure for work by any means available to me.Wednesday 17 March 2004 00:14
It's occurred to me that I've spent more time with dentists recently than I have during the whole of my pre-broken-tooth life. My concrete-like rebuilt tooth, although guaranteed for a year, survived a week and a half. Its end came about, somewhat prematurely, as a result of one pathetically small piece of chocolate. One bite was enough to ensure total disintegration of my new tooth. My dentist, who's coincidentally falling in terms of popularity, has given me a (another) new construction that loosely resembles a tooth. Let's see how long this one lasts.Tuesday 16 March 2004
After a year of planning to redecorate my bedroom, I finally got around to picking up a paintbrush. And it's only taken me three weeks!Monday 15 March 2004 06:45
Stark, gorgeous songs weave a spell of deep-seated loneliness coupled with unceasing introspection; the album is a gut punch from the first hanging, ethereal note. "These are your secrets, hidden inside," she murmurs on the opening track, then lays them out, one by one, like canapés at a suicide's farewell party. Lisa Germano - Lullaby for liquid pig.Wednesday 3 March 2004 20:54
I'd forgotten that I have a very nice dentist. Not that there was anything wrong with the very pleasant, and far too honest, dentist who extracted my tooth a couple of weeks ago. But he didn't sympathise with me quite as much as my own dentist did today. My dentist is, I've now decided, just great. Although I knew already, particularly since re-breaking a tooth on Saturday, that I was very brave and that I'd suffered and endured great pain and discomfort for a period of weeks, it was satisfying to have this recognised by my dentist. She was even very nice when explaining that the concrete-like reconstruction of my tooth may not endure serious eating and will have a limited lifespan. To be perfectly honest, though, I don't want to see another dentist as long as I live. It still hurts by the way.Back to:
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