Meet my good friend, Mr. Nitrous Oxide.
Mood:

Still a little high (like a KITE, ahahahahaha)
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Who fears the dentist? Ahahahahahaha! I spent the afternoon watching some fab West Wing and adorable Toby-ness; and then some motivational what-not speaker (
"Yeah, man, I so get it. I'm there. Brilliant, just brilliant~!"); and at one point I was vaguely aware of a bunch of extra people in the room and I remember thinking excitedly that it was a party for me thrown by all the dentists. Bloody good fun. I'm ridiculously sore now but the real point is that an hour ago I was AWARE there was a drill in my mouth sawing down my bone and nerves, but I simply chose to NOT CARE.
Ahahahahaha!
*Dreams about sexy sexy Nitrous Oxide gas*