A third of the way through even. Well...

September was the Big Pantsnatch Caper, so what should I do to surpass that but to have one of my back teeth go #CRUNCH#. Another crown to go with the one I already have from a previous misadventure. The new crown proved to be a bit higher than the original surface, so since it's arrival I've had a prison riot in my mouth, or whatever is closest to one. It seems to be quieting down now, though the tooth that immediately contacts the crown'd one has suddenly become sensitive to cold for some reason. Always something.