15 December 1999
1:15 PM: So, yep, Tom lost all right. Not a tremendous surprise, but still. One had some hopes. Goes to show you that even in San Francisco, the old "tax&spend" tar brush still sticks. Not to mention the idiots like the pretentious-beyond-belief transplanted whiny New Yorker that works not nearly enough desks away from me here, who was telling someone how "you know, I like the guys who can fix potholes." Watch out for that cliche! Those things are hell on your alignment.
Now I have to go to ... (da da daaaaaa) THE DENTIST. waah.
Dentist over. Kind of a depressing visit. While it hardly comes a surprise to find out that I have some extensive dental problems, given that I have these two big holes in my teeth for clues, I wasn't real happy to hear that the Big Bad Gum Problem that my old dentists used to scare me with has shown up after all. Almost surely because of not going in for cleanings or anything for the last few years. This doesn't bode well for living until 80, does it? Good or bad thing, You Make The Call.
Anyways, so I have to go to a periodontist. Where I'm gonna get a time-machine so I can find one of those, I have no idea.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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