"He that is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death." -- Thomas Paine
So I'm supposed to see a "jaw specialist". Not covered by Cobra, and I haven't chosen my new insurance yet. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Do we get a mouth guard or is there a way to stop grinding my jaw in the middle of the night like a tweeker on an 8-day bender? Only time will tell. I may or may not call this guy, but FUCK, I have to if I want these cavities filled, because they won't fill them unless my jaw can cooperate.
Or maybe, I'll satisfy half of the people I know and get the damned thing wired shut. M.s. is staying up to watch a friend of his on Comedy Central. I'm debating over whether or not to give up on another Koontz novel -- this is the second one that about halfway through, I'm like, not sucked in and annoyed at the hackneyed tone his latest novels have taken. Oh, I loved you for a while, Koontz, but it might be time to part ways. Christopher Moore is my new nightly love, I just snatched up three more of his novels and I'm looking forward to digging in.
The rest of the week looks nice and mellow for a change. Tomorrow is my sister Jane's birthday, but we'll be celebrating on Saturday. Tomorrow night, my love and I will be joining friends for dinner at Estancia.
In the meantime, I FINISHED another cover feature! Finally! I was ecstatic to learn that my editress was pleased with the work, and I'm eager to get cracking on research for the next one. Get used to my face, because you'll be seeing a lot of it.
OH! And my art has arrived. My beautiful art, hanging to the right of my desk (until Mr. Perfectionist finds a better place for it). I love it. Words jumbled together, raw words, forming a column of power. Words. I've always loved you.