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I, of course, just got back from the dentist.
I like this dentist. Once his assistant had the X-ray of the affected tooth, on went the nasal cannula, and I was zonked on nitrous oxide the entire rest of the time I was there.
N2O, administered by a licensed professional, is the only high I like. It's the only intoxication I've experienced that doesn't feel like a bout of hypoglycemia. Everything else--alcohol, morphine (right after my appendectomy), vicodin, whatever--has only made me feel dizzy and stupid. With nitrous, on the other hand, my thoughts remain clear even while my head gets stuffed full of cotton. I can answer questions and make clear responses even while I'm high as a kite; though if a statement isn't directed at me, it's much easier not to bother trying to understand it.
I last saw a dentist in 2007; I'd forgotten about it.
...this doesn't mean that I'm going to try to score a tank of medical nitrous or anything stupid like that. I'm not that kind of person. (The nitrous you buy for automobiles is "denatured" with hydrogen sulfide; you huff that and you'll be too busy puking to enjoy the high. Medical nitrous is pure.)
Just, it's an incentive to go to the dentist and get my goddamned teeth fixed. See above, "last saw a dentist in 2007"--it's expensive and I haven't had dental insurance since 2007.
Incidentally, I apparently had an outstanding balance with them. WTF--they sent me one bill, ever, and then just left it on the books? I thought Mom had paid it. Anyway, I apologized for the oversight and paid them in full (thanks Mom) both for the past-due expense and today's charges. It was a healthy bite (pun intended) out of my living expenses fund, but it ought to be okay as long as my brother and sisters get their heads together on how we're going to pay the utility bills going forward. Regardless, I ought to be good for a couple more months at least before I really need to start worrying about having to cut into my inheritance.
'Nuff said on that.
Anyhow, so after I was able to stand up, I paid my bill and left, and while I was running an errand I realized, Maybe I shouldn't be driving yet after all. I wasn't really toasted any longer, but I still felt a bit woozy. But I made it there and back safely, so I guess I was either competent, or I dodged a bullet.
Anyway, almost an hour after I left the dentist's office, I still feel the aftereffects of the nitrous high. Dang.
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Taco Bell doesn't use 100% meat. This is news?
C'mon, anyone going to Taco Bell already knows the stuff you're buying isn't 100% pure meat. You're buying tacos for $0.80 apiece, you can bet they skimped somewhere. WTF.
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So in the food section of today's Chicago Sun-Times is a front-page article on "alternative meats".
Check this out:
One tasty critterJeeze, where do I start?
Years ago, I lived with about 20 other students in a commune at the corner of 49th and Ellis in Chicago's Kenwood neighborhood.
Given our large household and vast lack of kitchen experience, we decided to pool our resources and hire someone to cook for us.
Okay: first, Kenwood is the upper-crusty neighborhood where Rahm Emanuel has his house, and where the Obamas have their non-D.C. residence. It's where the rich and powerful live. So that right there tells you where this guy is coming from.
Second, if you're hiring servants, you're not living in a commune.
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Breakfast this morning was grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches. I had grilled cheese Mon and Tue, and it wasn't quite enough; the addition of ham really helps.
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A short bit on page 3 of the Chicago Sun-Times is headlined, "Can Obama keep his job? Reagan did".
Guys: Obama ain't anything like Ronald Reagan.
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As for me, I still feel kind of woozy, and my face is still partly numb, but at least I'm not hungry or hypoglycemic. I guess I'll run with that for now....