I've decided to move away from the term "diaretical". It isn't a word, and it has a homonym that can be somewhat distasteful. I was thinking of using "diary", however, if i'm going to walk away i might as well run. "Journal" will now be the title of choice.
I got some mail. From the guy whose car i dented. He got his car fixed, and the charge was seventy-five dollars. If that's what it cost to fix a dent that can only be seen from the side, and a little rubbed paint, i'd hate to know what he pays for an oil change. But, what can i do? I'm off to go get a money order. I don't want to pay by check, as people have a habit of hanging onto them for while, and that simply does not work with my practice of not balancing my checkbook.
I went back to the dentist to have a couple cavities taken care of. A few shots of whatever it was, and i was numb to the pain of the drill. Though, i couldn't help but think of X-Files alien "test" as he drilled in my teeth. It was ninety-eight dollars for each amalgam fill, and i'm to go back for more.