Stupid, stupid teeth. One of my molars is being a pain in the... well, the mouth, actually. Hurts like hell. I went into the dentist, she said either you need a root canal or its this little cavity here. We'll fill the little cavity and see if that take away the pain.

It didn't. As soon as the Novocaine wore off, it became evident that filling the small cavity had, in fact, opened up a direct channel to the unhappy nerve in the suspect tooth. Owwie. I am pissed.

How we missed this when I was at the dentist three weeks ago, I don't know. I'm bummed. And in pain. And grumpy. And afraid to eat of drink anything, as it makes my tooth hurt. And constantly flashing back to that damn scene in Cast Away where Tom Hanks does self-dentistry with an ice skate. Shudder.

The only thing that lifted my mood today, post dentist, was this: The Secret Diaries of LOTR folks. Funny as hell. I think I'm going to get an "Aloof, unavailable elf princess" t-shirt. Or "Still the prettiest." Or "Pervy elf fancier."

Yes, I am a geek.