I survived, root canal and all.

The root canal doctor looked like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. He introduced himself and shook my hand, and when I opened my mouth to speak, what came out was, "Aren't you a little young to be drilling my teeth?"

Oops. Doogie Howser moment. But he just laughed. If I were making that kind of money, I'd laugh too.

Dr. Hunting turned out to be good at his job, which was nice. My tooth doesn't hurt now, which is also nice. I have to go back next Tuesday, which is not so nice, but a small price to pay against horrible screaming toothaches. And for a change, I don't feel like I'm getting screwed over.

When I got home, I found, of all things, a UPS "Sorry we missed you" slip re: my order from Amazon. Everyone else's packages get dumped on the shelf in the mailroom; why can't mine? I wrote all over the slip, explaining that my doorbell is broken, they need to call me or just leave it with the other packages and so on. But I don't have high hopes for this particular encounter ending well. Brown does nothing for me (except send me out to their suburban sorting center from time to time).

Noticed today: sign in T station marked "Inbound" with handwritten mini-FAQ above: YES, downtown Boston

Plans for tomorrow (among others): reschedule doctor re: sprained back, shuffle videos on gymn page, put up little "best of" photo gallery in place of NYC pix, start taking deep breaths in preparation for switching DNS info (gotta be soon, readership is lower than usual and the site might be down for a day or two).

It's only rock and roll but I like it, like it, yes I do.