Common Sense

My leg wasn’t hurting that bad; my trip to the dentist was not at all like the scary visits from my childhood. He actually made me look forward to getting my cavity filled tomorrow morning.

I’m eating and drinking enough chocolate that the dopamine in my brain is actually blocking some of the pain (not much, but every little bit helps). I’ve only been taking 1 1/2 Vicodin a day.

I went to Radio Shack and got new headphones to listen to Blues at work.

And I’ve got three tickets for the midnight showing of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End.

I was happy damnit!

Now I can’t find my cell phone, again. I think I left it on my desk at work, and I think one of the night janitors took it. No one has made any calls since I took it out of my pocket to call Space Monkey last night. But some of the desks in the newsroom are mysteriously clean, including mine, for the CEO visit tomorrow. We don’t know who did it, but it was probably the same person who took my phone!

I’m going to get the security guard and I’m going to go all Jack Bauer on the janitorial staff if I have to get my phone back. I liked that phone and I don’t want another one.