I am sitting on the couch, under a blanket, typing with one hand, the other hand in a glove, holding an ice pack to my jaw, which earlier today was the site of missile testing, er, I meant oral surgery. Root canal, blah, bad crown, more blah, and now, look, no more tooth. Thank God for Vicodin.

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