I have a toothache.
More precisely, invisible pain faeries are driving red-hot nails of sadness into my maxilla with the hopes of making my sinuses explode.
I have no dental insurance.
I'm trying not to think about the raging infection taking up residence in my face-bones, centimeters from my brain.
Seriously, I need my brain. For thinking with.
I have two papers due tomorrow that I have not yet begun.
Calgon, take me away.