2005-05-02 - 9:49 a.m.
My horoscope today said "This is the start of a new realism in your life". This depresses me. Like, clearly life hasn't crushed your dreams enough already, just wait and we'll make things even more crushingly mundane.
Also, I seem to have developed a reputation at work for being morbid. To gain this reputation in a unit whose entire business concerns hideous medical emergencies counts as some kind of particular distinction, one I'm not totally sure I'm happy about having earned.
The root canal went more or less uneventfully, but I have to go back because I still have a mysterious hard lump in my gum. I was bitching about it to workguy, who said "Wow, I hope it's not some sort of hideous face-eating tumour... wait, I'm not helping, am I?"
Sure, talk me off the hypochondriac ledge... into a ten-story hypochodriac fall.
