bullet points

Bullet point day!

* A wisdom tooth situation is rapidly deteriorating in the back of my mouth. I’ve been trying to pretend that it isn’t there for several months now; it’ll hurt for a day or so, and then the pain will go away and I’ll stuff it back into the dusty closet of medical denial for a few more weeks. Now it’s acting up again, and instead of going away, it’s getting worse. This morning it hurt to chew my breakfast. The worst pain is when I yawn. This is bad, because realizing this makes me think about yawning, and thinking about yawning makes me yawn. (Ow. Ow. OW!) I know I need to see a dentist and get the thing out. I know. I just don’t want to. But I will. Probably. Unless it goes away tomorrow. Right now the plan is that it will go away tomorrow.

* The toilet won’t stop running. Shit.

* The economy is making me so depressed, I can’t read the news anymore. Last week we spend two days wondering if Eric and a few dozen other people we know would be paid because the Republicans in our legislature thought it would be fun to hold up state employee salaries as a means of blackmailing the Democratic governor into signing their budget. It all came out in the wash (thanks to our governor’s skillful use of the line-item veto) but confirmed our feeling that the person standing between us and complete social breakdown is our governor, who is likely to be snatched up by Obama for the HHS cabinet post. Kathleen, don’t leave us to the wolves! (I won’t blame her if she does, though.)

* We watched about ten minutes of the Oscars last night, through the fuzz of crappy reception. The hyperactive production number Hugh Jackman thing wasn’t doing it for either of us, so we mostly discussed my inability to “get” Brad Pitt’s hotness. Eric, my heterosexual husband, maintains that I just haven’t seen the right Brad Pitt movies. I said it was hard enough for me to get Brad Pitt before the facial hair. Why is it that we all now have to pretend like mustaches and goatees are classy, just because Brad decided not to shave? I said mustaches are gross, and that’s the end of that. I said that if I was forced to choose between Brad Pitt and Hugh Jackman I would go for Hugh and that was saying something, because at the time he was jumping around the stage doing musical theater, which is pretty low on my list of turn-ons. I also said that Angelina looked like a freaky emaciated Goth cadaver with stupid hair and that I thought Jennifer Aniston looked prettier than both of them. And that Tina Fey looked better than everyone else put together, except maybe Freida Pinto, who even a bitchy cynic like me has to admit is pretty gorgeous. And that the only reason to watch the Oscars was to see what the actresses were wearing. Then Eric acted shocked, like he thought I was deeper than that, or something. Whatever. He’s the one who thinks Brad Pitt is all that.

I did, however, get completely teary at Dustin Lance Black’s Best Original Screenplay acceptance speech, for Milk. I probably would have gotten teary at Sean Penn’s too, had I still been watching at that point. (Yes, I got the scoop on Entertainment Weekly in the morning.)