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So about four years ago my front tooth cracks pretty close to the nerve and my dentist offers to put a filling in it, but tells me that "this won't last five years." I went ahead and told him to put the filling in, figuring I'd pay the root canal piper down the road. The filling cracked loose in a hairline fashion last week. I knew this day was coming.

You know, you'd like the stars to align such that the month you decide is going to be the busiest and most important of your career ends up not being occupied by mundane distractions like dental work. The thought of wasting one of my twenty-four days remaining until iProng Magazine launches with a drill in my mouth is altogether repulsive, and I haven't yet found myself a dentist in this town anyway. So I'll push forward with the minor discomfort, and in the mean time I'll hunt down a reputable dentist just in case it gets worse.

But oh well, what are you gonna do? Lousy timing, but I'm not going to let it slow me down. The musician interviews begin tomorrow, and things are just starting to get really exciting. I don't want my obituary to read "Never got around to launching iProng Magazine due to a toothache" :-)