I’m having some serious jaw problem, and the bitch of it all, is that I’ve done it to myself with all this clenching, grinding, gnashing, and twisting — exquisitely painful manifestations of stress. Things to do, projects to complete, I want to do better, so what do I do? Fuck up my jaw.

I go to the dentist on Tuesday. Expect a column about the experience, I HATE going to the dentist. With a passion. Because of the last few “episodes” from the last few times I went to the dentist, I have been prescribed something to take an hour before going, something to “calm me down.” The way I work myself up over inevitable mouth drama and pain, I’d like to see any little pill stand up to my anxiety. That’s a challenge, you little circle of chalk. Show me what you’re made of.