where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die

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A discourse on the hole in my head.

I've been walking around with this front tooth out. It is an embarrassment when I try to smile. It messes up my speech so I sound like a derelict in a Dickens novel, pronouncing, "F", and, "V", as if they were, "W". Someone forced me to ask for olives at the grocery store, and it was the weirdest sounding word that ever issued from my lips.

I haven't been worried. I just wanted to find out a few things, first. Like, if I super-glued my cap back in, would a dentist be able to remove it later? Or, how toxic is superglue? I recently discovered that it would be OK to use superglue - especially if I buy some medical grade superglue. So, I decided I would wait until I bought some, before I replaced the cap.

During this interim, I was getting my recycleables together. I was collecting useless plastic bottles off a shelf, and I believe I might have grabbed the plastic bottle top that my tooth was resting in. I can't believe it. It is apparently gone forever, unless it fell on the floor somewhere, or such. How weird is that? To get a new one put in will cost me an impossible amount of money. I am condemned to live in a Dickens novel for the rest of my life.

I am so shocked that I am just going to watch another Adam Sandler movie.
Tags: class - poverty, dickens - charles, lost in a lost world, my teeth, superglue, tragic figures
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