n'est pas

There's really no way around the look you're going to get when the dentist asks "have you been flossing". There's no way around it, I floss every day and I still get the look. (The floss isn't working anymore, I'm going to have to step it up a notch.) I have my first cavity, I'm going to have my first filling in a few weeks. The dentists here are cold and to-the-point, I'm used to the sort that are my parents' friends. The kind that I grew up carpooling with. There's something to be said for growing up in a town where everyone knows everyone, something very calming to be said for that, is all I'm saying.

I have so much to do before my art director leaves on Friday. He's going to work in Pittsburgh, I'm going to have to find a new art director. Or maybe I should go work in Pittsburgh, too. I've never been there. Yet another sight unseen. Like Honolulu, or Prague. I'm halfway through a script that's never going to be finished.

I can't stop listening to Andrew Bird. This is fantastic stuff, you guys.