So I... I broke my tooth on a toffee.

A ****ing toffee!!

It doesn't hurt. The rough edge catches on my tongue, but I can live with that. What irks me is that this is my life now. Tomorrow morning will be all about trying to find a dentist who can actually see me relatively quickly, and then there will be questions about where the chuff have I been the last 20 years without any dental records, to which the answer is anxiety and probably some aspergers. And, frankly, no previous problems. At least this is legit the first thing during that time.

But still. I've been thinking for like... a year now... that actually I can afford a dental plan now and maybe I should get back into the system, but I've been too lazy to actually get it done :/

Hopefully I'll learn something from this affair, but probably not -_-