So I have to go to the stupid dentist tomorrow and I'm feeling all this nervous angst as if I were a kid again, and I want to yell at my mom, Please don't make me go to the dentist! Please!!! Which will not help matters any seeming that a) I don't live with my mom anymore and b) I'm the one who made the appointment.

Now, why I took the 9:30 in the morning appointment, I still don't know. (They had a 7 am one if you can EVEN imagine THAT.) At least my dentist is across the street from Millennium Park, so I'll have a fabulous view while they torture me- I mean...No, torture was the right word. And of course (of course!) they will tell me I have 50 new cavitites residing in the Grand Canyon-esque grooves of my back teeth.

I hate cavitites. I want to punch cavities in the face.

Then after that ordeal, I have to walk up to Illinois Street to get my headshots printed. Then, if I have a few minutes to spare after that, I will walk up to Borders to buy a new book, since I now have a little thing back in my life called "free time." (Still a new concept to me.) And then if I am hungry I will get a treat from favorite L'Appetito and if I am not hungry, I will get on the train and go home. And then go to a tea party. Okay, to work, but...We are having a tea party at work- well the kids are having a tea party- Oh, can't I just say I'm going to a tea party!!!??? (sigh...Thank you.)