As if Monday mornings aren't shitty enough...

I have to be at the fucking dentist at fucking 8:00 this morning because my fucking life doesn't already suck enough. 

Relax, this won't hurt a bit...

I hate going to the dentist, loathe it with every fiber of my being -- however, being an adult and wishing not to lose my fangs, I must go. I will go, and now I hate everyone and everything and sweet merciful death cannot take me too soon. 

Whatever. Leave me in my misery. I'll just note that there are days when it isn't easy keeping up the sunny disposition for which I'm widely known...    

UPDATE: I survived, but not before the dentist jammed an ice pick through my upper gums so deep it cracked through the top of my skull. 

"Did that hurt?" He asked. Why no, doctor, I always start my morning shrieking in agony. Doesn't everyone? 

Fucking quack. I don't know why I keep going to him. At least I still have my movie star smile.