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.
J
5 comments:
There's one thing about your posts - they're always little pieces of literature, much more so than that adverage blog post.
You, Fr Justin, and Biss (and any other literary/grammatical types) should have a literary blog post write-off.
Sending some poetic prayers . . .
she's write. they are.
lord have mercy.
(that erased one was me posting as one of the many staying at my house)
Jesse...
Know, for what it's worth, that we're praying for you!
- Matthew & Krista
Hey Jesse,
What is the word? How are things going?
Let me know if you need a couch to sleep on before or after a trip to Dr. Moores...
J
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