I had the first of three sessions on the two thousand dollar tooth today. The Dentist took this opportunity to inform me that I have a not-yet-specified number of other lesser cavities that will need to be filled as well. I almost have to laugh at how ridiculously contrived my misery seems. I worked all night, then spent all morning getting a root canal, only to be informed that I owe my dentist the moon and the stars and more firstborns than I can ever hope to HAVE in the first place. Now I'm brutally overtired, drugged out of my tree, hungry and malnourished because I'm halfway through a filling and can't chew, and feeling generally doomed. I think only the Devil could have such a tasteless flair for melodrama. But however silly the plot sounds it's working, and it's really getting me down. And in the temporal realm it's looking like if I don't miraculously drum up more money than I've made in the last year over the next two months there's no way I can go serve the Bishop in the fall. Please pray for me. Tomorrow morning I'm back to the grindstone. No wait, I am the grindstone.