They took my tooth.
As if I didn't have enough on my plate, they had to go and take my tooth. I changed my mind half way through, and wanted to tell the dentist, "Noooo! Stop! It's ATTACHED! IT'S ATTACHED!"
He took it anyway. Now my mom and I are both on liquid diets. How's that for justice?
Old age is catching up to me.
In other news, I am done with the partial of Speed and sent it off to my agent. Now I'm going to try to whip out the rest of it. I want to get started on the next project.
How's everyone else doing?
Signed: Toothless in Portland.