I used to think they were something that went around words in text, now I know they were created by the devil…

Brackets were installed on three of my upper front teeth today, after a root canal, and they are making me insaneR. Obviously they force pressure on your teeth, and I always wondered what people that wore braces went through and now I think I have half an idea of how bad it would be every time the bands are tightened. It’s one of those things where I want to just grind the hell out of my teeth to see if the pressure will stop but the tooth that got ‘canaled’ is damn sensitive. I’m easing off of all of it…damn it…why did I quit drinking?

This is short, Sandwoman Land is screaming for me to arrive as I have a busy day planned out and about the city tomorrow. I’ll be meeting friends/business people up at Red Rock Station in the a.m. and then attending Jennifer Harmon’s charity event at the Venetian. When I’m finished with that, if I haven’t ground my teeth into nubs, I’ll be ready for the coach.

And don’t forget this charity tournament – it’s at Full Tilt Poker make sure you play for a great cause.

I’m taking my newly acquired brackets – with the blob of wax that’s stuck in the front of them (to keep from rubbing a hole through my upper lip) – and leaving…g’nite world!