Ugh, toothaches are just about the worst thing in the world. I was having a hell of a time back in about January with mine.... turns out I needed all my wisdom teeth out - they were basically wreaking all kinds of havoc. I also recommend alcohol! It definitely helps. You have my sympathies!! Toothaches are awful.

Down with toothaches!

OK, that was just bizarre. I think I just had a steampunk dream. There was all the usual Victorianish machinery and stuff, and I was somehow caught up in some plot where growing any wild plants was illegal -- the only legal plants were specially approved hybrids -- and I somehow ended up on an enforcement team trying to find people growing the illegal wild plants. I think that a few other people and I (the other people on this team were my friends from elementary school) were trying to take down the hybrid plant enforcement people from within and sabotage whatever they were trying to do with these hybrids.

Oh, Lord. Where do I start.

First, non~pain ma to Typo Boy, and general health~ma to whomever needs it.

Second, happy birthdays and congratulations and etc. to everyone from yesterday.

Third, P-C: I think I'm willing to marry you if the idea of marrying to a Jewish girl will make your mom to shut up. {{{P-C}}} take care, OK? You're doing great giving everything.

Fourth: lets examine the facts: someone I like is offering me to move in to his place. Besides that my whole life is here, and that American "courtesy" drove me nuts after two weeks so much I understood I'll never going to be able to live there and keep my sanity, I can't see a reason to decline. Cool apartment, cool people. Yeah, I'm that easy.

Five: other than this, I'm good. I'm very good (Semiotics is my bitch).

Also, I wouldn't worry too much about overdosing - one night of lots of ibuprofen and a bit of whiskey probably won't kill you.

Just don't do that with Tylenol. (A high school classmate nearly needed a liver transplant after a night of too much alcohol leading to a massive headache which he tried to cure with way too much Tylenol.)

Seven years, two continents, four house moves, two kids, a stint in the army, and two jobs later, they called and asked us to dinner. All was forgiven, on both sides, and they have never failed in their love and support from that moment.

I know of this happening a number of times. My Irish Catholic cousin married a Jewish man and his family totally disowned him. Many years later he had finished college, they had children, and she had converted to Judaism, all without contact with his family. Now they are reunited and extremely close.

Parents usually think they know what is best for their kids, and sometimes they do. Then there are the times when parents actually acknowledge that their children did a good job of running their own lives. It happens!

Tooth~ma for Typo. I hope you were able to find some relief. Booze has helped my toothaches.

Your dream sounds more fun than mine, Hil. I've been doing my work in my dreams lately. It totally sucks.

Up with toothache.

Ouch! If there's any delay in seeing the dentist, you might want to get some oil of cloves at the drugstore. (It's a local anesthetic.)

Heh. I'm gonna inform now the Israeli police (with the advice of my boss at the Department of Justice) about the assult.

This gonna hit the high windows. Another friend of mine volunteered in an MPK office, and she's gonna send him a copy.

Hello, political action.

Good luck, Shir.

Also my dad yelled at me for using metaphors just because I was a high and mighty English major.

"In this household, we do not use: metaphor, allegory, simile...and, so help me God, if you even *approach* symbolism, you will get the back of my hand!"

Seriously, P-C, you rock. It's rough, but don't back down. You know...like Tom Petty.

My parent-related marriage drama was about the actual wedding. Long story short, Mom tried to bring the drama and said something like "Maybe I shouldn't come to the wedding" to which I responded "Okay." Then there was a (virtual) staring contest. If it weren't for Aims, my Mom wouldn't have been at my wedding. And, to this day...I would have been fine with that. But I know not everybody can walk away from family so easily.