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This no-caffeine-on-Sundays-and-Wednesdays policy is starting to be difficult. I spent most of yesterday dozing in front of the tv. At one point, I believe I was watching Encino Man, and I believe I was offended, not on the Pauly Shore level, but on the this-is-bad-paleoarchaeology level.

My cavity is flaring up and it is imperative I see a dentist. However, I have discovered that our family dentist, who I've been seeing since I was seven years old, doesn't accept my mom's dental insurance. And since my dad is retired and no longer has his own dental insurance, this means we have to find a new dentist.

And by we, I mean the following people, who are covered under my mom's dental (and medical) plans: My mom. My dad. Myself, until July 11, 2004, as long as I'm a full-time studnet. That's right. And my sister, who is no longer a student, is plumb out of luck. No cavities or flus for her, if you please. So here's to hoping she finds a job with benefits.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:57 AM | shower me with attention