But I am none the wiser
I nearly cried when I felt it - the beginnings of a wisdom tooth.
Dear all: I am officially depressed. I don't have the time for this nonsense. Besides, I've a deathly phobia of the dentist. Like undertakers or lawyers (unless you are at the receiving end of a hefty inheritance), there are no good news associated with the vocation whatsoever.
I texted Marius about it. Amidst the partying he was doing in Clarke Quay, he told me to be strong, get a shot, it'd not feel like anything and he'll see me soon. Somehow, like after receiving the Hawaii Barbie my mom bought me before my first hepatitis shot (just so I'll stop screaming the house down), I felt comforted. Marginally so, but comforted nonetheless.
There is nothing like a Marius hug to put things right. But the Marius effect aside, I think a few stiff drinks are still in order.
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