T0p D0g Reloaded

If there were a picture with the post today I would have to find some sad mad face.

Been to the dentist. Yesterday it was a no-no because they were going through an instant power shortage at the time of my appointment so I had to reschedule for today.

Getting there was like swimming through an ocean of heat. Piata Romana at noon equals hell. I don’t think I liked somebody, the heat filling me with resentment.

Now, talking about fillings, at the dentist I got my professional teeth brushing, complimented for my beautiful teeth, twice, by two different professionals, and then inspected for cavities, only one found. My dentist is an angel, she explains every little detail. I even manage to unwind on the chair! I know very few people who can say the same about their dentists. Two years ago when I last visited, I was laying back in the chair looking at my dentist and her assistant picturing them like guardian angels as they were attending to my (bad) mouth. I could see details of their work in the reflecting surfaces up close: their eyes, protective glasses, dental equipment. Fascinating experience. Only to find out now that being short sighted I am no longer able to enjoy the same. So I looked in the distance.

Bref, we performed a momentary operation of my gum. She cut off a little piece I was chewing, thus revealing my latest molar in its full splendour.

Hours later, the elation of anesthetic wore off. That found me swamped under the job, all bitter and bitchy. Now it feels like a major sour throat, only it is not. I hope it goes away really soon. I dislike being moody and snappy.

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Still hot, still no AC, just the incorporated fan. The house is still a mess, I now try to do a little everyday, but it’s like in Master Manole’s tale, back to square one overnight. Ana, the cleaning lady in my case, is no where in sight, strike that, ON site. And in my case I’d have to put her inside the sink or the vacuum cleaner. You have to give me that, it’s much more difficult then putting her inside a wall, legend-like. A brick layer can do that. Now that gives you a clue about Romanian folklore, probably not enough, but I’ll do some research if anyone is interested in learning more and I will further promote Romanian cultural values at a later time. And a wicked culture that is, you’ll see.

Been dreaming again. Woke up at 3.00. Sleeping by myself is a bitch, even if I love having his side of the bed for myself. This time it was fairy vampires, all faces I know, most of them women who have been at one time or another supervising me. Their were shifting like a fluid in a plastic bag and smiling. Less scary than last night’s early morning nightmare. Here is my account to T on that matter:

“I dreamt with Africans who were shooting their victims after placing them inside their own contour already drawn in chalk on the ground. There were clusters of three, each spelling “KKK” (a letter I am particularly linked to). I was on the top of a house, on a terrace rather close to the ground, together with a character I don’t know. He was tall, blonde, chubby, resembling z, a friend, but not him. The Africans finally caught us and shot quasi-Z in the back, lower spine, not ass. I woke up in fear I was next. It was six in the morning.”

Apart from the oh’s and ooo-ooo’s friends offered a number of explanations. I was the first to point out this might be about sex, but I am not fully convinced.

Anyway, have to run. Regarding the previous post it used to have text but the software I used to use tricked me, for the second time. There is no true mistake I like doing twice. Anyway, I will have given the post a title and responded to bubu’s comment. I am not trying to be incomprehensible, I was just missing my folks, admiring the mess in the house and playing with my camera. There!

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