2005-05-27 - 10:33 a.m.
My new dentist is in a hipster building full of hipsters going about their mysterious hipster business. I was in there the other day to get my temporary filling replaced, and the girls said to me "We always ask our clients to remove their nose-rings, thank you." I guess that marks their demographic pretty clearly.
I go back on Monday to get the mysterious lump in my gum (aka the face-eating tumour, thanks very much workguy)X-rayed again. No one seems overly worried about it, which I am choosing to interpret as a good sign.
I am in need of a hair-cut. And yet I am going through one of those phases where the task of calling and making an appointment is utterly beyond my power. Perhaps my cousin's upcoming wedding will force me to take action. As the oldest grandchild and most conspicuously unmarried, I always feel like I have to look really fabulous at my cousins' wedding. I've become maybe a little bit obsessive about this - I have already spent more money than I care to admit on a pair of Camper sandals and some fancy accessories to wear.
