...well, I feel gypped.

So Tuft's School of Dentistry? If they don't hear back from their little 'confirming your appointment' call? (Which of course they didn't because our phone barely works--it doesn't ring about three quarters of the time there's an incoming call, even when it's set to.) Cancel your appointment.

I have no idea whether this is standard policy. But. I had no idea.

So I lost two working days, starved and decaffienated myself all morning, dealt with my mother, and had my mother drive me through downtown Boston (she volunteered, at least) for nothing.

I was far more pissed and upset than relieved. After all, I have to do the whole thing again in two weeks, and I was really, emotionally speaking, counting on having a week off from work to mooch about being stoned and whiny.

The one up? I can has antidepressants now. We'll see how they change me. (Right now I mostly hope they lessen the communications issues; typing a livejournal entry is far more of a chore than fun, at the moment, and comments and emails are even worse.)

...and I have a challengefic due in four days A WEEK AND A HALF. Wow, I got calendar-confused; there's a whole nother week to June than I thought there was. Though with how hard this will be and how little free time I have...mllelaurel, you may have to brace for a speed-beta. :/

Also, my second gratuitous lyrics post ever, and the first since about, oh, a month after this journal was founded: I heard a song on the radio which I identified with creepily well, and I want more of their stuff now. (Although for all I know it's a cover.)

( At Vance, Logical Song, on their 2000 album Heart of Steel )

Edit: yunatwilight has pointed out that, while I got caught up explaining why I didn't have my teeth pulled yesterday and the odd effects that had on me, I didn't even mention that, after that, most of the day was very good. We split from Mum, walked up to Quincy Market and Long Wharf, stuffed me with caffiene and pad thai, did some hardcore book-shopping (shiiiiiiiny books on runes and nordic magic, whee!), and then just sat on the edge of the harbor on the Long Wharf Plaza talking and watching all the boats.

So good. We need to be there more often. I get so much more balanced when I'm very near or on the ocean.

Amongst the things we got while book-shopping: The China Tarot, which Cyn got entirely, I think, for eye candy purposes. Those scans do not do that desk justice. There's the major woe of pip cards for the minors, but the major arcana and court cards are absolutely stunning. Beautiful, luminous, elegant--and this was clearly not the intention, but breathtakingly sensual and sexy. Particularly the Emperor, the Hermit, the Hanged Man, the Devil, the Star, the Moon; the King of Cups, the Knight of Wands. I think I nearly swooned in my chair a few times.

Also picked up a deck for the character I'll be playing in Cyn's upcoming Urban Arcana game, for which she is using a card-based system intended to be played with a not-charged-for-divination Tarot deck. A few of you know what character I'm talking about; it's suitably enigmatic and slightly disturbing, and there are some cards he's pinged on big-time.

I don't know what it says about me that I didn't even think to mention all this.

QotD

"My wet spot? Looks like a guy in a robe with a UFO for a halo, and in one hand he's holding a rifle, which is pointed kinda down, and in the other he's holding a globe with smoke floating above it, which is pointed kinda up."

Srsly. I think I just came a bizarre futuristic deity. Somewhere in some corner of some sci-fi story I write some day (probably the Wintering) there shall be a shrine to a figure of that description.