I'm trying to take the crunchy with the smooth

Crunchy: Dentist's appointment at 10:10. My stomach is in knots since I loathe going and they're doing something called a "deep cleaning" that requires 2 visits and copious amounts of laughing gas on my part. I'm seriously terrified. I can't believe I need this as I'm a rabid flosser just to avoid these procedures. Whatever.

Smooth: I decided to take the rest of the day off work. Hopefully I'll get home by noon and I'm getting right into my fugly sweatsuit and Padraigs. I'll be way too traumatised to do my job without whinging and I may even be swollen. No one needs to see that.
Wish me luck. Hopefully I won't need it.

kxx