What Sophia said.

Glad Mac is safe and sending good coping~ma to msbelle.

I went to the dentist this afternoon and my chipped/broken tooth? Root canal. Oh, and I was extra lucky cause the person after me cancelled, so he could do it right then. Plus, mid process, he discovered a bad cavity on the tooth in front. For whatever reason that hadn't shown up on the x-ray but he fixed that too. 2.5 hours in the chair and I'm a total dentalphobe.

We won't even touch on how I have already maxed out my dental benefits and am using the rent money to pay half the bill.

Going to go take my pain meds and cry.

Oh lord, Suzi. At least it's done, so you didn't have a lot of time to spend worrying ahead of time? Still, a whole lot of No Good.

Why so cold, LA? And don't think you can make it up to me with a heatwave in November. That's just cheating.

It's 100 degrees where I am.

{{{msbelle}}}

{{{suziQ}}}

{{{humans}}}

Oh Suzi, no one should have to go through that with a lot of mental preparation...and whiskey.

Jesus, mac! Don't...just, don't.

Suzi, what Jesse said. And I do feel your pain. I've been there. My thousand dollars of dental work have been there.

So one of my neighbors mentioned rats like to nest in unused garages. Which really means I need to check mine. I really don't wanna. Gonna have to wait for daylight, though.

Today was sorta shitty here. Basically nothing worked and we discovered something else was wrong and we don't know the full implications of it. Blearg. And it's going to bleed into tomorrow.

But Loki is lying on his side next to the water dish and messing with it. And he just sloshed himself and shot across the kitchen into the wall. HAH.

Oh! Speaking of rodents, I read this today:

I wish I had known not everyone thinks mice are as cute as I do.

I grew up an animal-loving peacenik, be it rat, cat, dog, frog, or snake. So when one afternoon, shortly into my first semester, a tiny brown mouse poked his dark button nose into my dorm room, I smiled. My roommate shrieked.

College was the first time that my life was bereft of creatures great and small. In my mind, it lent a certain warmth to the place knowing that in the cold, cement confines of a high-rise dormitory an adorably furry mouse was scampering about.

I left cookies on the carpet for him every morning for a week, delighting to find on my return from class that only crumbs remained. I didn't see anything wrong with my charity, and I figured as long as our food was out of the little guy's reach, what was the harm?

Not surprisingly, my roommate didn't share my adoration for sweet-faced rodents. At the behest of her disgusted mother, maintenance men placed two snap traps in our room. When I discovered the traps one evening, I threw them away.

After a night of squabbling, my roommate and I struck a compromise: We bought a humane, no-kill trap.

By then, the mouse was gone, leaving the cookies untouched. But my roommate and I became better friends for it.

Like me, you'll learn the important art of finding middle ground with your roommate. Because the things you consider normal may not be for others.

It's too hot to do anything.

I'm having a gin and tonic and putting on some Frank Sinatra.

we are going to see his therapist tomorrow morning. mom and dad are freaked the fuck out. I am too, but it is over now so I am done with it. He's safe, he's also confused and uncommunicative.