The Cliffs of Insanity

Today, I got a surprise at the dentist's office when I went to pay them what I've owed them like forever. First off, they cut my bill by over $400, leaving me only $98 to pay, which just threw me for a loop. Then, when I asked them about setting up my appointment for the dreaded Root Canal. Lois said "I think Dr. Zimmerman had a cancellation at 2 PM. Let's see if we can get you in to see him today." My teeth started to chatter with fright, but I told her OK, and she called his office. The spot was still open, so I was given a surprise Root Canal today. It only took thirty minutes or so and it didn't hurt like I thought it would, but the sound of the drill and the feeling of what he was doing just freaked me out. My imagination gets the better of me at the dentist's office, making anything ten times worse than it actually is. They sent me on my way with nothing for pain, so I was a little scared about that since I can't take aspirin-based stuff and Tylenol does nothing for me.

But I had a Grand Idea. Today is Janice's birthday and I wanted to take her and Aunt Tudi out for a birthday dinner. Janice won't ride with me in the car since I was diagnosed with epilepsy, so she always drives when she goes anywhere with us. I sit in the back seat and enjoy the music 'cos that's how I roll yo...when I don't have to drive. We were going to Outback, so I decided to get drunk. Not tipsy, not looped, but Crazy Damned Drunk so I could forget the freakiness of the Root Canal and not worry about any residual pain for a while. I ordered a pitcher of their new Strawberry Peach Sangria. It's described thusly (that's a good word.):

The sweet goodness of fresh pureed strawberries and peaches is mixed with Malibu Pineapple Rum, Sutter Home White Zinfandel, pineapple juice and garnished with fresh sliced strawberries.

Well, since I couldn't eat all that well, with half my head still numb (I could only flare one nostril, it was funnier than hell), I drank my supper. By the time we left, I was Crazy Drunk and loving the world, which is saying a lot for a misanthrope.

When I got home after mailing acook's commission dough and getting Uncle Michael a meal from Arby's (he preferred that to Outback, 'cos he's crazy), I sat down at the beloved computer and began to check mail, LJ, and Facebook. Something told me...Okay, the alcohol told me to write Barry about the new package I'm sending him. I came through as Crazy Drunk, even suggesting that I wanted a Scotsman. I'm sure he's gonna think to himself "Oh dear, my Stalker has gone off the deep end." I did tell him I was drunk though, so it should be okay. But OMIGAWD. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

My feeling is coming back and my buzz is wearing off, and I'm not in pain, so I think it's gonna be good. After this storm passes, I'm gonna get the dogs ready for bed and head that way myself. It's been a helluva day.

My lower left eye won't stop spasming. I may to take a hammer to the eyeball. That way it won't be spying on me when I'm three sheets in the wind and the Watchers won't have anything to use against me once I'm sober. I can't believe I'm so drunk. Wanna hear to the most annoying sound in the world? LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL!