Thank God THAT'S over.

The inside of my mouth tastes like spackle. Yep, got that last bunch of fillings and the left upper wisdom tooth pulled this afternoon.  During the festivities, Dr. H discovered at least two things he hadn't caught on the last go around thanks to my crookedy upper teeth.

Because I'm stupid, I brought home the pipe shop's inch-reports for this week and spent nearly two hours on something that should only take a half hour - if you've got the luxury of a number pad.

Not hungry, but not sure if that's good or bad because I haven't eaten anything all day.

Gonna switch some laundry, pour myself a tall glass of water and watch some TV, then finish the last buttonholes on Brian's coat.