More Sleep-Induced Scribblings

I had quite an odd day Thursday. I didn't sleep Wednesday, as Dave and I were up late watching the seven hour Ghost Hunters special from Halloween night, and by the time he left it was nearing two in the morning. I had a dentist's appointment upcoming at 9:50, and adding in time for showering, shaving, and taking the bus, I just figured I'd go sans slumber. Good idea? Bad idea? Hard to say, really. I went to the dentist last week after a three year absence, just for a routine cleaning, and was found to have CAVITIES. I wasn't shocked, but I wasn't exactly thrilled with the revelation either. So yesterday's appointment was to get those filled. The cavities, that is. In my teeth. Here's some dialogue from my visit:

Asia, the cute, black dental hygienist: So, were you happy or sad with Tuesday's outcome?

Me: I make it a policy not to talk politics with anyone who's preparing to use sharp tools on my mouth.

She laughed, I smiled inside.

So I go home, still all numb on the left side of my mouth, and sit around for a while. As the medication began to wear off, the pain began to hit me hard. So I took a couple sleeping pills and woke up at 1:30 this morning. SUCCESS! Except I missed the Browns game, which Andrew called me about twice. So hopefully he reads this and doesn't just assume I'm dead.

Anyhow, I had some weird dreams, chief amongst them a scenario in which Barack Obama was assassinated in Iraq. I was reeling from this news when I then discovered that Tazz had also been slain, not in Iraq. I was much more broken up about the demise of the Human Suplex Machine, no offense to our President-elect.