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July 18th, 2002

People and other telemarketers

Another rainy day, much work to do, yet the world seems bearable since I survived my dental appointment. I will not bore my kind readers with descriptions of the various procedures and prescriptions and potential future appointment advices I received, but merely bask in the warm glow of being told that things are not as bad as they could be. Now I can once again feel like a responsible adult, having kept an actual appointment about my health.

There's something inspiring about a corrugated plastic card with a picture of an Arizona cactus-lined mountain upon it. At least, I hope my recipient thinks so. Chess Poems for the Tournament Player makes a fun nervousness exchange as well. When you're the kind of fellow who can survive a dental appointment, then you can stop and smell the mail art.