Caterwauling

I’m watching my idol Hillary Clinton on Diane Sawyer. In awe. And crying as hard as I did the day I stood in the presence of her greatness in the National Building Museum as she conceded the nomination to our now-current president.

Hillary hasn’t declared her candidacy for president yet (and why should she — back in the day you only had to campaign for eight months, not two years). Even though all of us who donate to her PAC have no one else we can even dream of supporting at this juncture.

What if she doesn’t run? I wouldn’t blame her one bit. A girl can only handle so much heartache in one lifetime. But if we miss out on someone extraordinary (again), I genuinely don’t think I would be able to forgive humanity. I really don’t.

I’m into hour 2.5 of a root canal. Everyone likes me here. They said I’m the only patient who immediately put on CNBC and settled in for a great afternoon.

I came in with a smile, happy to be here. They said no one is happy to be here. I said I have health insurance and this is as close to a vacation as I ever get. Drill away!

Isn’t it sad that I don’t have time to watch the news any other day? If I manage to see what’s happening in my industry, I have to take that as gospel. Ironic that the only way to open my mind is for a hole to have to appear in my skull …

Perhaps the most fun part of being in excruciating pain has been my inability to sleep. I hope I managed to burn a lot of calories walking the house at all hours.

This is the kind of pain my mom is in every single day of her life. But worse, because it’s multiple teeth, and it’s her back, her legs, her heart, her brain … everything.

And yet, I barely hear a complaint out of her.

She’s a fuckin’ badass, man. Of course, I wish she would complain more so I would be able to prioritize her better.