What’s this? Ah, yes, that’s what it is. It seems one of my molars just broke. Not terribly. I can’t even be sure it wasn’t capping or some such thing that broke off. But there’s tiny patch of white inner tooth revealed. Doesn’t hurt. Might wait till after my morning classes to drop by the dentist’s. Or I might go directly. Hmmm. UPDATE: Nope, this was a piece of real tooth surrounding a filling that snapped right off. And I wish it had come off in one piece, instead of fragmented, and that I hadn’t mistaken it for some spice …

The couple upstairs has finally stopped bickering, after almost two hours of thuds, screams, and hollering all audible through the thick layer of concrete above my ceiling and beneath their floor. I think they rode off on a single motorcycle. I tell you, when the church noises stop, the couple upstairs’ fights fill the silence. They both need to be slapped and reminded that other people live above, below, and beside them. Well, maybe they don’t need to be slapped. But slapping them would be a good emotional release for their neighbours, nonetheless.

I’ve had a couple of funny moments in the office this week. The other day, my co-worker Mike was ready to leave, and I was just checking what my at-work computer had downloaded. I expressed my trepidation about the fact that my ongoing Complete Wagner’s Ring Cycle Operas bittorrent downloads were frozen at 1 gigabyte, which means at about 70%. Then again, today, I received the food-trash bin that Lime ordered for me online, and I delightedly opened the box and showed it off. “Hey, what do you think your 17-year-old-self would have said about that food trash bin?” Mike …