Here we go again, chapter 2.

This is a follow-up to the tale of woe that is my last trip to the dentist after a diagnosis of an abscessed molar on the bottom left. I kept the following bits under wraps mostly for the past week or so, save to a small number of people, and then I'll wrap things up with the events of today. To save your stomachs and appetites, the rest of the this post is under the cut. If you read the known side effects of the antibiotic clindamycin carefully you will note the following: Chills, confusion, diarrhea with blood in it …

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Here we go again.

For reasons I'll go into in a bit, this post didn't start off auspiciously. Just as I was about to put fingers to keyboard extenuating circumstances prevented the composition of text...

Long time readers of this blog are no doubt aware of two things: That I haven't posted much here in past weeks and my long and sordid history of dental problems. As it turns out, the two things are more related than it would otherwise seem.

I haven't had it in me for the past few weeks to sit down and write anything substantial, the queue of notes on …

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The month of April is fired.

No, more than that. If I could nuke the month of April clean off of the human calendar, I'd do just that. There'd be a big, 30 day gap between March and June where nothing would have a chance to go wrong, blow up, or otherwise try to fuck people without the usual accoutrements of dinner, a couple of drinks, and some lubricant first.

First of all, my federal income taxes got screwed up this year. Somehow, I was marked as already married on my W-2 form, which means that not enough money was taken out up front for taxes …

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