(Tuesday, 9:15 a.m., on the train to Philadelphia.)
Okay, already it's not going well. I had an entire car to myself (my station is first) with rare quiet to sit and write. However, at the very next stop, some chick showed up yelling at her cell phone. In Chinese. Hold on a second while I get my earphones out.
Okay, sorry about that. All set now.
Wait, she's breaking through the music. Maybe I better upgrade to Evanescence.
Oh yeah, that did it. Amy Lee kicks butt. Now, where were we?
Life is all about learning, right? Well, I learned something this morning. I learned all about one of my facial nerves when my dentist burrowed in and stabbed a needle into it. Whoa, that was seat-cruncher. Yum, yum, Novocain. White, shivery, electric, clenching pain through all of my lower teeth and my tongue.
And that was only the right side. She was just getting warmed up.
So, now I have two bean bags disguised as lips tacked to my face. I'm sitting here trying to look normal, but I'm convinced I don't. When I got into my truck to go the train station afterward, I noticed my face was crooked in the rearview mirror. That made me smile.
Oh. My. God. The right side of my mouth perked up, but the left side drooped down. It was ludicrous. I totally lost it.
The problem was, the more hilarious it got, the worse my laugh twisted it. Vicious cycle. I sure hope no one saw me practically crying while I tried to pull my face straight.
Good times, my friends, good times.
So wish me luck. I have a lunch meeting at 12:30 where it would certainly be a plus if I could talk. I guess I'll take a scratch pad for messages just in case.