other than getting kind of turned on during the cleaning my dentist visit went wonderfully! I have one small cavity on the first molar on the lower right side, but it's minor. Good gums, if a bit weakened from "overenthusiastic brushing". Almost no plaque. As they said, "Are you sure you haven't been in years? Not even visiting a hygenist?" I think I entertained everyone with my monkey-like inquisitive nature. I fiddled with stuff when they had their backs turned, and asked as many questions as I could. They want to get rid of my wisdom teeth, because although they're done growing, and I don't really have any sizing problems with them, the gums still cover the lower right one for the most part and food will keep getting in there and rotting, which explains my previous problems with sore-mouthfulness. The neat thing is that the roots (which you can kind of make out on the photo, above) on my wisdom teeth are shorter than those around them, so they'll be easy to remove.

As for that first weird comment, it was strange: I was just lying there and there was some lady rubbing my gums and rubbing my tongue (which felt awesome) and I just really relaxed and well it was weird. But after that even the scraping was sort of exciting. It's just so amazingly intimate, you know? I've always loved the idea of really exploring someone's body. And being explored. Maybe it's an offshoot of my egotism - both that I could maybe Know Someone by doing that, and that my own body could be That Interesting.

And yesterday I got a flu or something and threw up for a while.

Everyone's had this happen to them - you're in a relationship with someone that is going really well. You see each other regularly, even frequently, and there's no hint of strain or stress, or even boredom. Every time you see each other, you feel refreshed and invigorated afterwards, and you mull the experience over in your mind for days afterwards. But then, one day, out of the blue, you drop out of touch. It doesn't matter who was supposed to call whom, or who forgot to write the note, or whatever. Frankly, you can't even remember. Was it out of pride? Carelessness? It's been so long even those feelings have fallen by the wayside. It's hard to look back and see what happened, all you know is that there was something... and then there was nothing.

Maybe it means the relationship wasn't that important to start with ... and it was probably sour anyway! But maybe you're missing something important, and the reason you're having trouble sleeping is because a part of you is missing this person, aches for them...

Well, I've decided to do something about it: I'm going to the dentist today for the first time in about seven years.