Yesterday there were a lot of things I wanted to be doing.  But the world had to come to a screeching halt while I went to the dentist to get a filling.  Yes, that's right folks, my dentist, who really is one of the most kindest (double superlative) men alive and wouldn't hurt a fly, had the dubious pleasure of replacing a filling on the bottom right side of my mouth.  Now for some folks this is really no big deal.  But for me, this is like having fingernails scraping down a chalkboard at the same time you are breaking off my teeth.  And that's with a massive amount of numbing juice liberally applied by said dentist.  The first guy who can invent a dental drill that doesn't make that high pitched whine will makes millions, me thinks.  So I also liberally applied a sedative ahead of time (with my dentist's blessing), put my iPod on "The Doors" at a relatively high volume, and let it rip.  I might add that I was so very stoned from the sedative before we started the drilling that I was singing show tunes to the amusement of the dentist and his assistant.  Nothing like "The Lonely Goatherd" with the sound of high speed dental drill.

So afterward, I was starving - I was stoned, remember?  Some habits die hard.  So we got some lunch and I worked hard to keep the food from dribbling out of the side of my numbed mouth.  Then I went home and took a 3 hour power nap.

Then off to see a play that I had done the sound design for:  "How the Other Half Loves".  What a hoot.  If you ever get a chance to see the play, do it.  Really fun.  You won't be able to see this production at the Long Beach Playhouse because this was closing night.  But it's a great play and I recommend it.

So that's my dirty secret.  I'm afraid of dentists.  And I'll probably write more when I have to get my next filling done in two weeks.  Ugh.  Why is my mouth suddenly falling apart?  This will be my fourth filling this year - it's just not fair.  Where's the comfort food?....