I’ve been in the dentist’s chair a lot in the past month or so and Thursday they “extracted” (climbed up on my head and RIPPED) a tooth out of my head. Had a relatively good weekend and then this morning they “removed the temporary bridge” (used pliars to crush, break and pinch pieces of acrylic) from my mouth.

The drugs have taken the edge off but at the same time, they tend to bend the line between what I find funny and what the rest of the world may find funny. Of course, I bend that line all the time, but I’d rather do it when it’s my own sense of humor being naturally skewed vs having a vicodin derivitive “helping” me out.

For instance, when I heard that Saddam had ended his hunger strike, my first thought was, “Does that mean he’s back to eating Kurds and whey?”

See…that kills me, but I’m guessing the rest of you are thinking, “Okayyyyyyy, Tim needs a nap.”

So I’ll take one.