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oh come on, just a little

notice anything about this date?

there must be some cosmic numeric kismet or something as the convergence of threes and someday I'll find someone to explain it or maybe I'll explain it myself when I feel like exploring the numeric collective continuum thingee... until then, nothing happened...

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and the TV goes on again... he leaves his bedroom and the TV goes on... the question is not why my roommate turns the TV on every moment he is home, the question is why do I let it distract me... it never was the distracion it's become in recent days... I mean, we've been living here for more than a year... the TV is not the reason this journal is six months behind again, just an easy excuse... seems prime time is nothing but reality shows that have combined four of the staples of the TV diet, soap operas, game shows, sports, and shock talk shows... but it's not the TV or the constant channel surfing, nope, I'm just unfocused... of course the non-stop hiccups that have been going on the last few minutes, now that could be the reason I am six months behind...

the dentist wants $3300... I wonder if that's the going rate for dental work... inlays for all four molars at $750 each make up the bulk of the cost... and today I find out that my dental insurance has a $1500 annual cap, so everything above that is my co-pay... that's insurance?... of course the dentist offers a couple of third party underwritten finance plans (more mailings lists to get on) and I probably won't qualify for any of them (thanks to letting my finances go in the dumpster back in the mid-nineties... the thinks we do for love, remember?... the house, the car, the six figure accounts, all gone with the wind and along with it my seven figure credit lines... waa waa waa, old news... I'm really not interested in the material world anymore outside of music and books and even that I've lived without for almost a decade, but I would like to be able to comfortable pay for good health care... alas...

anybody have any dental advice?

I haven't ever needed dental work before other than a few cavities when I was a kid... last time I was at a dentist was for a check up and cleaning in 1997 and before that, the eighties... the dentist said I have excellent resistance to decay... there's minimal decay, the inlays as for the teeth that have some enamel damage due to a lifetime of usage (he said the molars are like the oldest teeth, coming in when we're about six)... the human body is pretty amazing, after all... I mean, how many consumer products last a lifetime?...

tomorrow I go for a complete four quadrant cleaning so I'll be shot up with novacaine after work... dentists can be so much fun... if only they weren't so expensive, huh? (help help, I'm being held captive in the little shop of horrors!

oh come on, somebody come adopt me already

J



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