The Orphan Works Law. This is scary stuff. Everybody is talking about it. Unfortunately just like the "telephone game" we played in elementary school I think the information has altered a little more and more with every new blog and journal entry about it, so now I'm not sure how accurate what I've been told is.... but basically under the new Orphan Works Law, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are legally able to adopt you without warning. Even if you're not technically an orphan, or even under the age of 18. So if you wake up tomorrow morning in California suckling Lara Croft's teet like a newborn babe you have the government to thank.

I went to the dentist today feeling good, just a routine visit. He said "tap tap, does this hurt?"
I said, "Nope."
He said "Tap tap, does this hurt?"
I said "Nope."
He put dry ice on my gums. "Does this hurt?"
I said "A little, you have dry ice on my gums."
He said "No pain? Let's get an X-Ray."
I got an X-Ray. He said "You have an infection, see?" and I turned to look and he snatched it away and I said "What? Wait..." and he said "No you need a root canal."
Then before I could blink I was having a root canal and was in the chair for 4 hours because a piece of metal tool broke off inside the tooth and it took 90 minutes just for him to dig it out. But after 4 hours we were done and my jaw hurt and mouth hurt and I was numbed up and he said "900 dollars please" and I gave him all of my trip money (see next paragraph) which was 900 dollars and I should be thinking "Come on! Come on, Universe! I don't have enough going on right now?" but I'm not, really. Why?

Because I'm hopped up on all kinds of Vicodin.

I never noticed how pretty my walls are.

Tomorrow I'm leaving on vacation for a week. If you read my last journal you'll agree I need time to unwind, refocus and chill the fuck out! Hopefully I'll come back fresh and renewed and with a whole new outlook.

I'm going to Indianapolis to see Tegan and Sara in concert. Then I'm driving to Cleveland Ohio to see Tegan and Sara in concert. Then from there I'm driving to Pennsylvania to see Tegan and Sara in concert. Then from there I'm driving to New York City to see Tegan and Sara in concert. (Please note box header)

So the deviantPostman will be holding my mail and messages until I return. Unless by the 4th concert Sara notices I've been following them across the east coast and calls security and gets a restraining order.... just like my whole Wilson Phillips fiasco in the 90s. Bad memories.

Talk to you soon.