February 28, 2005
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It's 2:30 AM right now in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA. I have an infected tooth. A root canal will be necessary (and is scheduled for next Thursday), but for now there's little to be done except to bombard the little mastication device with obscene amuonts of penicillin, slather it in OraGel and take Tylenol laced with codeine. None of which really seems to be working at the moment. My jaw throbs every time I lay down. Each passing minute feels like an hour. I cry out to whatever gods there are for a quick and merciful death, or at least for some brief respite from the pounding ache radiating from my horribly impaired molar. Or maybe some heroin. So you'll pardon me if I don't click on this link tonight! :P
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eek! fingers crossed that you feel better soon, the_bone!
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Sorry for you that I posted at this particular time the_bone. The weird thing I find with what this site proposes is that (and I could be wrong and the babelfish has led me down the garden path) you overcome your anxiety by listening to these sounds over and over. All it did for me was raise my anxiety level and give me sticky palms.
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DentCam
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can't wait to hear the mashup of these mp3s and some Jay Z.