Numb

I've just come back from the dentist who has given me a new filling. Before he started, though, he managed to ask one of the most unnecessary questions I've ever heard: "Would you like me to numb it for you?"

Oh, no thanks, I'm just dying for you to drill into my tooth with no anaesthetic after I saw the dental torture scene from Marathon Man yesterday. (One of the only scenes in a film to actually make me cry out and look away from the screen.) Fire away.

So I currently can't talk properly and I'll have to wait another hour to eat lunch. And I keep trying to sing along with Winamp and stopping abruptly as I remember why I shouldn't be singing at the moment.