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Not only did she start the visit with “Do you know who you remind me of?” and it wasn’t Will Ferrell (although she was talking about my voice, and it was Dane Cook, so I guess I’m still stuck in the comedy field), but she also pretended to act totally dismayed when she found out my age (”I thought you were late 20’s, maybeeeeeee early 30’s”). Oh, and she totally kicked ass putting my permanent crown in.

IT. FEELS. GREAT. x 100

Thank god. The temporary crown I’ve been using the last two weeks wasn’t exactly painful, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable. Oye. LOL

We appear to be in the heavy rain, severe t-storms, and high-wind scribbles.

At least the wifi was fast and the shower water plenty hot.

In “blokey” mode tonight.

Only $333. Half of the number of the beast.
Not sure I approve of only having self-checkout lanes only. I’m usually beaten and brain dead by that point of the visit.

If you’re ever feeling old and blue, just go eat lunch at the Olive Garden. If you’re younger than 85, you totally blow the average age curve.

You know youre in Jersey when the picnic tables are concrete.