Cup Eve Dentaphobia

The [bilby] gig went pretty well, and I'm glad it's over now! Pressure was on to have it all pretty tight. Photos fromthe show didn't turn out that well (my fault - I didn't give good camera instructions i.e. my camera only holds 18 photos so shoot wisely, and don't shoot from the back of the room...d'oh). now back in scary work grind. Haven't begun my nanowrimo yet :o( and am feeling guilt pangs. Finished 'The Goblet of Fire' on Sunday morning - it was actually quite brilliant. Now I just have to ask nicely to borrow the final one.

Have been playing at being a mechanic on the death-trap that my sister lent me. (I can only assume she was hoping that I quickly met my demise - as she forgot to mention that there were no indicators and that the car would die every time you take your foot off the accelerator.) However, I thwarted her evil plan by opening the bonnet, almost keeling over when I saw that there was no round thingy that holds the air filter there, staggered around to the opposite end of the car and found it in the boot, looking mutinous. So I took a guess and whacked it where it seemed to fit, and joined up the hoses etc. Then I played with those screws that seem to adjust the timing and managed to make it not conk out but just shudder mildly when no acceration is being applied. But I cannot make those bloody indicators work, and it's driving me (sorry) insane!

Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm writing here, as I should be novel-ing. Problem is - I'm swamped with genre choices - do I go romane, young adult, crime or quirky? My head hurts. Actually, so does my tooth. I'm hoping it's not to do with the sour snake lollies that I ate in the cinema yesterday while watching Intolerable Cruelty. I have just looked up 'fear of dentists' have established that I am dentaphobic - this is a direct result of having a dentist practically kneel on me and extract four of my perfectly happy (though overcrowded) teeth, an infected wisdom tooth and numerous other near-fatalities. So I call my newfound wonder-dentist this morning, due to my sour-snake-lolly twinge and she's on leave! So I have to see a dentist of unknown quantity, just as I'd begun to trust the excellent Marija, who actually answered me without laughing too hard when I asked for a quote on how much it would be to give me a general anaesthetic to clean my teeth and do a filling.
About nine hundred dollars.
*sigh*